Middle of the night.
Stumble into kitchen.
Where’s the water bottle.
Always a water bottle on the counter.
Damnit. No water bottle.
See the kid’s cup by the sink.
Almost full. She never actually drinks it.
Don’t want to get a clean cup. It’s probably safe.
Brain: “You don’t know where I’ve been, Lou.”
“YOU DON’T KNOW WHERE I’VE BEEN.”
Grab clean cup.
Empty Brita pitcher.
Forget to refill.