CH030

Niklas was in the depths of his blissful slumber when he was rudely summoned by the urgent call of nature. His bladder seemed to be clearly conspiring against him and had insisted on an immediate attention.

With all the grace of a startled deer, he stumbled out of the bed, his eyes barely open, he made a mad dash to the bathroom, he could easily be mistaken for an Olympic sprinter, if sprinters were half-asleep as they ran for the prize.

He fumbled with the bathroom door, cursing his body's impeccable timing.

Why did the pee want to come out so quickly as fast and why hadn't he awaken before it got worse as it was now.

What if the woman sleeping on the couch were to see him, what would she think of him as or even say in her mind concerning him.

As he successful opened the door to the bathroom, hoping to rush in and relieve himself of the pain that seemed to be coming from his bladder, he immediately slipped and fell to the bathroom floor.

"Why didn't you lock the door?" He groaned