Triple Threat It was the day before Friday the 13th and I had awakened with a sense of melancholic unease. I felt like something wasn’t right. I slid out of my warm and comfortable bed as my stomach yearned for food. The floors were cold against my bare feet as I wandered into the kitchen to wash my clammy hands. The kitchen sink water wasn’t flowing. I wasn’t sure why and I sighed with disappointment. I looked out the window and the view outside was shocking and disorientating.