There’s nothing like a cold toilet seat in the middle of the night. It 3am and you’re just trying to hold onto the warmth of sweet slumber, tip toeing so not to wake up the monster of sleepless nights, you barely make a sound from bed to bath.
This time your hope of a restful night is abruptly interrupted like a mid afternoon dip in the Hudson. So cold and hard like a strangers hand across your face.
You sit hopeless, trembling as your temperature drops and your dreams fade.
No bother tip toeing back to bed. Your thoughts told your worries who told your fears. Now everyone is awake at the kitchen table waiting on you.