Sleeping soundly. Rain gently hitting the window.
One eye pops open. 2:16 AM.
Roll over. Ready to go back to sleep.
That's the rain hitting the window....isn't it??
Out of bed. Stumbling toward the sound. In the bathroom. Must be the faucet.
Light on. Puddle of water on the floor.
You're kidding me...right?
"Preston...there's water on the floor."
"PRESTON...there is WATER on the floor"
Brown towel to soak up the water.
Up in the attic I go, half asleep. I have no idea where to look. I surf through the rafters and piles of insulation. Looks like snow but then there wouldn't be a DRIP.
At some point my sleepy husband joins me in the attic. Looking for the water.
"It's coming through the vent in the bathroom, there should be a pipe".
Gray PVC pipe. It looks shiny in the light from the flashlight.
It shouldn't BE shiny.
Water. Trickling down the side of the pipe.
Into the bathroom below.
Back down the stairs. Put a big bowl under the drip.
Husband back in bed. Snoring.
Head on the pillow.
That can only mean it isn't just a bad dream.