Stumbling, squinting, navigating the walls
Cosiness lies behind but fresh water calls
Ahead looms the stairs, I hadn't factored them in
Concentration falters and a chair leg finds my shin
Pain erupts, but I must push on through
I grasp the stair railing, my sherpa, with the end in full view
Cracks fill the air as my breath becomes ever shorter
The shower at last, but of course, no hot water