Freaked out? Of course, I freaked out. I mean, what would you do? You wake up thirsty in the middle of the night and you don’t want to get up because you’re tired and you’re naked and it’ll be cold, so cold, if you throw off your blankets, and besides, if you get a drink now, you might need to pee later. But your mouth, it’s so dry, and the voice in your head, the one you call sense, becomes louder than your lazy-ass whisper. So, you take a deep breath and jump out of bed—you were always the one who dove into the unheated pool.