Prompt: just after midnight

Just after midnight I awoke: to pee or not to pee? I peed. As I sat there contemplating tiptoeing back across the cold tiles, I suddenly remembered something my friend Lisa had once written about peeing. She'd gone to an exclusive movie party. The movie starred Winona Ryder. It may have been the actress's first role, a vampiress, before those became all the rage. Lisa, during an intermission, went to the bathroom, to pee of course. When she got to a stall, who should traipse out but that little vixen, Winona herself. Lisa had marveled at her diminutiveness, her glowing skin, her annoying proximity to Johnny Depp, the film's love interest, and later, for a time, in real life. Winona, that bitch, Lisa recalled, had completely ignored her as she made a grand exit from the restroom. My friend shrugged it off to fleeting star power, then locked the stall door and sat down to do her business. She was at first alarmed and then thrilled to find the seat was still warm. Winona had warmed it just for her. Lisa's parting comment, I remember clearly, was, "tee hee!" I got up from my own warm seat and sprinted back to bed with visions of fangs and toilets and Johnny Depp to lull me back to sleep.