The evening started innocently enough. I had just eaten a lovely peanut butter and jelly sandwich and was playing some video games cozily in my chair while watching a movie before bed time. Then I saw it, in the corner of my eye, lurking in the darkness menacingly. A cockroach crawling along the edge of my trashcan.
I hastily grabbed something with which to defend myself, but I soon discovered this was no ordinary foe. It was two steps ahead, dodging every move I made with ease, and before I could make another it had scurried out of reach and returned to the dark realm whence it came.
How will I sleep now, I asked myself, knowing that the monster lived and now surely bore a grudge. Yet somehow I managed, crawling into bed and assuring myself in my foolishness that everything would be okay.
I was so very wrong.
It happened in the middle of the night, when the moon was high and the crickets chirping. I turned over in my sleep, yawning innocently and likely rather adorably, and suddenly I felt something on the back of my head. It must be my imagination, I briefly told myself in my half asleep delirium. Then I felt it again, crawling toward my neck. The demon had come for me, determined to enact its revenge in this, my most vulnerable hour. The cockroach was ON MY FUCKING HEAD, one of my worst nightmares made manifest. From there, it was all a blur. We struggled furiously, I don't know for how long, but in the end I managed to survive and triumph over my foe.
Yet the memory lingers. As I sit here, writing my story and unable to return to sleep, the feel of it continues to haunt me. Who can say who won in the end. Hopefully someday I'll be able to sleep again, and this will all merely be a humorous anecdote. But not tonight... not tonight.
Thus ends my horrifying tale of revenge. Thanks for listening. Feel free to share your own if you have one.
I hastily grabbed something with which to defend myself, but I soon discovered this was no ordinary foe. It was two steps ahead, dodging every move I made with ease, and before I could make another it had scurried out of reach and returned to the dark realm whence it came.
How will I sleep now, I asked myself, knowing that the monster lived and now surely bore a grudge. Yet somehow I managed, crawling into bed and assuring myself in my foolishness that everything would be okay.
I was so very wrong.
It happened in the middle of the night, when the moon was high and the crickets chirping. I turned over in my sleep, yawning innocently and likely rather adorably, and suddenly I felt something on the back of my head. It must be my imagination, I briefly told myself in my half asleep delirium. Then I felt it again, crawling toward my neck. The demon had come for me, determined to enact its revenge in this, my most vulnerable hour. The cockroach was ON MY FUCKING HEAD, one of my worst nightmares made manifest. From there, it was all a blur. We struggled furiously, I don't know for how long, but in the end I managed to survive and triumph over my foe.
Yet the memory lingers. As I sit here, writing my story and unable to return to sleep, the feel of it continues to haunt me. Who can say who won in the end. Hopefully someday I'll be able to sleep again, and this will all merely be a humorous anecdote. But not tonight... not tonight.
Thus ends my horrifying tale of revenge. Thanks for listening. Feel free to share your own if you have one.
