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Moonlight and Porcelain
We all have that moment.
You know that moment, don’t you? The moment where you wake up in the middle of the night–correction the wee hours of the morning–the room is dark, and the moonlight is peeking through the curtains. You’re comfortable and warm snuggled in your pajamas, underneath the blankets. Ah, am I refreshing your memory?
Here’s how that moment unfolds for me. I turn onto my side, only to realize, shit I have to pee. Yet, I don’t want to get out of bed. I don’t want to further disturb my slumber, but my bladder is filling and expanding. I think, maybe if I close my eyes. Maybe if I ignore the sensation of discomfort that is swelling, I’ll get back to sleep. I close my eyes and pull the blanket over my head. Just as I think that I have outsmarted biology and my bladder, my eyes spring open, I throw back the covers and I bolt upright. Now the fear of peeing the bed is ever present on my mind and my attempts to will away the desire to pee have been thwarted.
Reluctantly, I am now forced to navigate the cold, dark, bedroom. Wasn’t the moonlight romantically streaming through my window moments before. Where the hell did it go? It’s as though the moon and my bladder were…
