droppings

i can't sleep. i hear it nibbling away at the edges of my room. it's that thing living under my bed. it's a mouse. typically, i'm not scared of mice. i enjoy their company and we like to sing songs together, but this one i keep having horrid images of. i imagine myself lying in bed and suddenly if flies through the air (it has a tiny cape on and a little dagger) and GETS ME. i'm not sure why this mouse is different than the others. i think it has to do with being alone with any creature in the dark. i know i can't fight back, but i really don't want to share my last days here with it. i'm sure it's friendly but without the comfort of my two step sisters and my step mother, the situation seems a little less cheery. this mouse is no gus gus.

also, i'm fearful it will eat my converse.
 
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