Why me?
'Twas the time past midnight and the whole world was sound alsleep. The air was still and the night was silent... It would've been completely peaceful, for my own restlessness. Something was terribly wrong... I couldn't fall asleep no matter what I tried. Music didn't help, nor did counting sheep, nor reading text books [which works wonderfully otherwise]. I sat up in my bed and looked around, there wasn't a movement in the room... Or so I thought.
I switched on the lights and walked to the kitchen, helped myself to some cold water to calm my nerves. As I got back and was about to helplessly creep back into my bed, I saw the thing that was amiss. A slit in my window made me realize that it had been precariously left open. But that's odd... I walked the length of the room and closed the window. But it was too late.
The intruder had entered and was lurking in the corner behind my bed. Only the camouflage was too well conceived, I didn't see him. I got on my bed and took a couple of slugs of water from the bottle. But that feeling of uncertainty crept back again.
Damnit! I decided to shrug it off, nothing was wrong, it was just my overworked imagination. I turned about in my bed and just as I extended my hand to turn off the light... I saw them. The most bloodshot eyes I have ever seen, the red pupils... the ugly face. I screamed or tried to scream... but no sound escaped my throat.
He saw the fear in my eyes and took one ugly step forward. That was it for me, I leapt off my bed and ran to the door to go outside and call for help but in the split second it took me to open the door and look back, he was gone! I searched the whole room but he had dissappeared into thin air. The window was closed so he couldn't have gone out that way... I didn't know what to do... I just didn't know what to do, If I went outside they'd laugh at me and tell me to go right back to sleep. It was no use calling anyone. So I waited there, alert on my bed, waited for him to come back...
There was no way I could go to sleep with that damned lizard running about my bed. No way...
posted by Heena ... @ 9:02 PM
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10 Comments:
Just a poor lil lizard? Thats why you need a guy(or a dog) around :)
I love lizards. And toads. And anything with four legs(which includes two women standing next to each other... so much cuter than a lizard... and so much more dangerous :P).
Me.
P.S. I like this 'me' thing. No typing passwords and stuff. If you agree to use 'me' exclusively, we can both avoid logging in.
I have to agree to use you exclusively? Hmmm... someone's getting bolder with the hints, innit?
Me.
ah. me always had lizards in my room in college. I have even christened them. I quite miss them, not that I'm back at home.
I heard women were good at taking hints, but I never thought *this* is what they meant. I didnt mean to give you a hint... you snatched it right out of my hands.
ahhh sleepy ..tired..will read it later.. yawn.. just dropped by to say hi..
One month.
9018773880513586058. Its not my phone number, IYKWIM. Delete this comment.
-Me :)
hey u.
sounds so familiar - but mine was a cat on a rainy night and not a lizard :)
U write really well.
Reminds me of the cockroaches that crawled on my face one night. Bad it was...3 different attacks spread through the night...dunno if it was the same cockroach though.
Thankfully, I now have a couple of lizards standing guard...
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