Dashing to deliverance.

This a thought I endured early one morning when I should have been deeply asleep. I awoke with a start and stared into the blackness typical of 3am. It was a solid darkness that could have hidden anything from Tories to right wing “Freedom” preachers. It was worse of course. A Hoodie wearing figure pointed with skeletal hand to the bathroom and as my bones trembled with ice cold fear I knew It was the spectre that drags me from a cozy pit to the toilet. My bladder screamed for my attention then giggled insanely as I dashed to deliverance.