Daily turmoils

When sky was still pewter and the world a voiceless slumbering entity, I woke up because of a hissing sound coming from far far away.

Cautiously waking, slowly walking lest I wake up the cohort of cats asleep outside my bedroom door I treaded surreptitiously, following the hissing sound that had me both alarmed and curious .
It came from the bathroom.

Upon closer listening it sounded more like gas escaping a soda can and I wondered if there were any gas pipes that could have begun leaking but there was no discernible smell.

Turning on the lights made me flinch as the white incandescence pierced my eyes like jolts of electricity and it took me a moment to steady and realise that my feet were wet.

What on earth?
There was a small puddle of water on the bathroom floor.
My reflexes have never been better and crouching on the floor to inspect pipes under the sink were for me a thing of the moment and as I did so I realised a steady stream of water, like a skinny jet was splaying out of a pipe and that was the cause of this nighttime hiss .

What was I to do?
Tying a cloth around would be as useless as holding a paper under waterfall and I had no sealing clay on me and so I left the broken pipe to its own devices until it was early enough to summon help which I did the moment I knew our management office would be open which was at 7:30am exactly.

With the dogs in tow I poured out my grievances to the first person I saw sitting on the desk and within five minutes a handyman complete with his tools of trade was donning plastics over his shoes to enter the house so as not to besmirch my glinting floors.

The pipe is broken he declared.
I nodded.
I'll need a new pipe he said.
I nodded.
I'll be back in a minute he told me.
I nodded.

After two minutes exactly he was laminating his shoes again and after five minutes of tinkering the hissing sound stopped.

I have only just finished wiping the puddle that formed on the floor and sit pretty contemplating tea.