A night's discovery

It is hot and humid here. My phone claims not, but my body is. Hot and humid. My cave is a garret and my water two floors down. I am old and thirsty and it is not close. I walk down the stairs, religiously holding banisters, one left and one right. One does not want to end a heap on the floor. As I return to the batfry, the hairs rise on my arms and I think not my lover's ex-husbands ghost returned but static electricity. As I drag my damp hands along the wooden banisters I accumulate quite a charge, realizing it gave me quite a charge as well.