Silent Night

You wake at 3:00 AM. You stumble into the WC sans glasses, knowing you'll only be a few seconds. You're at your most vulnerable when a little dark mouse panickingly streaks past you. A mouse! Your unbespectacled eyesight is terrible, but you know that what you have seen is the first post-marriage mouse ever. For 3 months, you haven't spotted anything larger than a miniscule roach, and you thought you had landed the only rodent-free apartment building in Brooklyn.
Ha!

So there you are, standing on the toilet lid (after having torn down the paper holder in the scramble), watching the mouse as it runs from wall to wall. You open the door, hoping it will leave. No such luck. The little rodent hides behind a black plastic bag. You hurredly put yourself together, then leap out the door and slam it behind you, even though there's enough room under the door for the mouse to pass under.

You tiptoe into the room and peek at Mad Hatter.
"You up?" You ask, fully aware of the fact that the door slam has woken him.
"Hmm?"..."There's a mouse in the bathroom!" You kindly inform him.
Poor husband gets up, ready to catch the mouse with his bare hands.
He returns after a minute or two. "It's not there anymore".

You apologize, and try to go back to sleep. But sleep eludes you, as you worry about having a mouse in the house. The antibiotics are probably keeping you awake, as well.
Then comes the rain, pounding on the AC, and after 90 minutes of sleepless agony you grab your laptop, move to the dining room table, and do some online work.

6:00 AM and all is quite on the Eastern front.