Darn, I'm not that artistic. All I do is either go to the bathroom,
or wake to find myself standing in the front room, staring at the
phone, wondering just who it was that I was planning on calling.
So I just go back to bed, still wondering. All I got out of that trip was icy feet and a realization that I really should hide most of the cats' toys, which magically get all over the floor at night.