Five Minutes

I want to use the five minutes before I go to class to tell you about my morning yesterday. The night before, my window had gotten stuck open. I found it quite comical, until I got home from classes in the evening and my room was freezing cold. I alerted the proper authorities but was informed that nothing could be done until the morning, so I propped it shut the best I could with my carry-on suitcase and clambered under my blankets.

When I woke up yesterday it was quite cold. And, once again, our hot water has been out. I knew that I really needed a shower but I couldn't quite handle the thought of taking a glacially cold shower then returning to my drafty room. I went to the bathroom and determined that I wouldn't be fit for social situations unless I showered. So, begrudgingly and steeling myself for the numbing coldness, I turned on the faucet.

But lo and behold, what should come out but warm water! It was such a happy moment. I took a leisurely shower, filling the tiny shower room with steam until you couldn't even see an outline in the mirror. It was great.

I would love to tell you more, but for now my five minutes is up. I hope you all have a lovely morning filled with hot showers, or hot coffee, or a hot breakfast... or some such thing!