It was a cold winter morning, the kind of day when the air is so cold it almost feels like glass. As I walked along the frosted sidewalk, I could feel the icy wind blowing, and every step felt like a little journey inside an ice bubble.
Suddenly, my attention was caught by an image I never thought I would have to face: a strong urge to go to the bathroom. With the cold penetrating to my bones, the tension increased. In that moment, it was not just the usual embarrassment that gripped me, but also a sense of vulnerability amplified by the freezing temperatures.
Every step I took on the icy road seemed to amplify my anxiety. My thoughts crowded, and my mind raced to plan a moment of relief. But in an instant, the cold and pressure in my body played a nasty trick. With the sharp contrast between the cold outside and my growing discomfort, I realized that I couldn t hold back.
A sense of frustration mixed with the cold that surrounded me. However, I could not help but laugh at tha
