Night One
I just noticed that I left out the second half of what happened that first night at the camp site. After Ezekiel woke up yelling and I was able to pacify him with Blue's Clues, I had the sudden urge to go to the restroom. I think it was the combination of waking up so suddenly and the literally freezing temperature. Either way, I felt as though I were about to burst with pee and so made my way out of the tent and towards the restrooms. At least, I tried to make my way out. As soon as I tried to unzip the entrance to the tent, a bit of cloth became jammed in the zipper and locked me in.
At this point, my level of frustration escalated to the point where I cried out to God in frustration while frantically pulling at the zipper. As soon as I finished yelling the words, "Why God?! Why have you forsaken me?!!", the zipper became unstuck and I was liberated from my flimsy prison. I bolted out into the freezing night in just my shirt and my captain Morgan pajamas and ran as fast as I could to the restrooms. I ran as fast as my full bladder allowed. I think the only other time I moved faster was when my then six year old sister fell in the subway in London, the train was about to arrive, and I had to jump down to get her out. I was running so fast that if an old lady had been in front of me I would have shoved her out of the way with no regard to her safety just so I could make it in time to a toilet. I could feel my blood trying to pump into my legs to make them go faster. I was breathing in freezing ice cold air in large gulps like my life depended on it.
And I almost made it.
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