Last night I woke up rather thirsty. For at least what seemed to me to be an hour I was struggling in my head between staying in bed and keep the thirst biting my tongue or stand up and go get some water to drink. I end up turning on the light, first to wonder if there was any of my bottles of water somewhere in the room. There was one, empty. Put the robe on, slippers too and numb in my thirstiness and sleep walked in direction of the kitchen moaning for having to go there in the middle of the night. Before I reach the kitchen in my house I have to pass through the living room, unbelievably right on the living room table just before the kitchen there it was: a full bright glass of water! Exactly on the table, on the side where I usually sit. First I smell it, just in case it wasn't water, we never know if someone left bleach in a water glass just because. Even if the only person that would use bleach in this house is me. Then I took a sip, again to make sure it was water, it was so good and fresh that the sip end up being the whole glass. It tasted divine! It was just like my guardian angel had left me a glass of fresh water so I could kill my thirst. Intrigued by this water mystery I went back to bed and fell asleep. Nicely refreshed.
On the other side of the bed, my boyfriend woke up with the light I had turned on to go to the kitchen. Sweaty and thirsty tries to find a glass of water he thought he had put on his bedside locker before he went to bed. Stating that there's no water there, he hopes I will bring him a glass from the kitchen. When he sees me getting in bed and turning off the light he realizes I didn't. Turns to his side struggling in his head if he should go get a glass of water to himself. Ends up falling asleep even thirsty.
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