It’s 1am in the middle of the night as I slowly slip into my next REM cycle. I reach my hand up to scratch my chin, unaware of my surroundings, still deep in my sleep. Suddenly I grab a hold of something that felt of fur and 6 legged, it jumps out of my grasp and back into the abyss which is my blanket. Mind you at that moment I was still asleep and it took me a good few minutes for a signal to reach my brain and calmly say hey, did you just grab onto what’s most likely a huge freaking spider?! Eyes wide open, the heart springs to action like a mime who suddenly finds a mouse in his pants. The next thing you know, I’m off the bed, pajamas off and half naked running into the darkness.
It’s not my proudest moment.
I slowly gather the courage to creep back to my bed to investigate, carefully prodding the sheets for any signs of hairy 6 legged life only to find that I’ve been fooled. A cockroach sits on my pillow, greeting me with a smile. A smile that’s quickly turned to dust as i capture it and unleash my ungodly rage in a moment of what can only be explained as pure hatred for all things crawling.
I take a nice long sip of cold water, head back to bed, and with my teddy firmly in my grasp i close my eyes and let the adventure begin once more.
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Nighttyy night now ZZZzzz…
