21
Zoey
Once again, I couldn’t sleep. Awake at two in the morning, I sat up in bed, turned on a nightlight and began to write. I was quickly coming to realize the stories I wrote in the middle of the night were some of the craziest yet most colorful and eventful ideas I’d ever come up with.
So, I made me some hot chocolate and went to town. But as hot chocolate was wont to do, it went straight through me, so I had to pee before I could finish the last page of my short story.
My mind was elsewhere as I flushed, already planning out the final paragraphs. I didn’t even realize the water was overflowing until I was washing my hands and cold wet toilet water crept in over my toes.
Yelping out a startled scream, I jumped back and gaped in horror as it kept flowing over the toilet seat.
“Oh
