It has been a long 12 hours, and you are looking forward to relaxing in the silence and solitude of your apartment. There is something grossly understated about one's space after a long day dealing with other human beings, yet still putting up your best smile when really all you want to do is rip them a new one.
*twinkling smile*
So that moment when you unlock your door, and out of sheer exhaustion, you sit on the floor at the hallway entrance and just take in the silence.
Allowing it to wash over you and soak into your very core.
Silence.
Solitude.

What some of us thrive on.
Living alone is highly underrated.
Why would anyone want to give it up?

As you make your way through your space,
turning off your phone for the rest of the night,
you anticipate snuggling into your bed.
Nothing like a quiet apartment with a warm bed and tons of pillows.

Hot shower, check.
 Lights off, phone off.
It is time to call it a night.
Albeit early, but your body needs it.

Just as you begin to drift off you say a prayer..and then you are off.
Trailblazing the way to dreamland.


But then...4 hours later you wake up with a scream.
No it wasn't a dream.
You cant move your legs.
Your toes appear to be cramped, and the pain is shooting up all the way into your thighs.
Thrashing around in pain, what are you going to do?
Your left leg hurts like it is about to fall off.
You try massaging it maybe the cramping will stop,
but every time you touch it, the pain worsens.
Your phone is off in the other room.
But who would you call at 3am?
What would they do?
Your life just flashed right before your eyes.
Is this it?


And that is when you start to cry...