Trio No. 3
Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must mention a dark night, your fridge, and tears (of joy or sadness; your call). Feel free to switch one ingredient if you have to (or revisit one from previous trio prompts).

I was in bed, it was the darkest night, blacker than black, darker than pitch. The power was off, what can I do now? I want a sandwich made from that left over roast beef that is down in the fridge. I say to myself, “self, what can I do, what can I do?” “Self replies, get your flashlight and go make the damn sandwich.”

Excellent idea, it should be a piece of cake. I make my way down the hall with my trusty flashlight, as I started down the stairs my flashlight went dead. I got a gorilla hold on the railing and carefully made my way down the stairs. I tripped on a pajama leg about half way down, then rolled the rest of the way and landed right on my face at the bottom of the stairs.

As I crawled toward the kitchen there was a miracle. The lights came back on, I stood up and did a quick self examination for injuries, there were tears of joy as I found nothing broken. I strolled over to the fridge and made my roast beef sandwich, I also I had a piece a cake!