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).
Early this morning – it still seemed like night- the power went off again.
When my boyfriend realized that all of his beer that he put in the fridge would not be so refreshing, I swear I saw a tear roll down his cheek. He really loves cold beer. His favorite place in the world is the beer cave at the grocery store. He could live there if there was a television, Wi-fi and a chair.