The almost slip

It was nighttime and it was raining very heavily. The rain beat down mercilessly on the roof of the Miller’s house as though it was an enemy and had come for vengeance. It was early in the morning, but Evelyn could not sleep. This was not a new thing, and in a way, she was even getting used to it. A quick glance at the bedside clock showed her that it was just one in the morning, daylight was still very far away. She sighed and got out of bed as slowly as she could, trying not to wake her husband, but she could have saved her strength. James Miller was a light sleeper and immediately she swung her legs out of bed, he turned towards her to fix her with sleepy eyes.

“What is wrong, honey?” He asked.

“Nothing is wrong. Go back to sleep, babe. I just want to go and urinate.” She lied.

“Okay,” James said and turned back to continue his sleep.