At 9.30pm, I turned off the laptop. Turned off the broadband. Unplugged the cables. Told my grandparents to wake me up bright and early. Then I went to bed.
At 10.00pm, I'm trying to induce a lucid dream, but realize, without any knowledge of how to, it was just a waste of time. My grandparents come into the room and tuck me in and turn on the mosquito repellent. I love it that they're always trying to make my stay here comfortable. But I sometimes just wished they'd leave me to sleep. I know that makes me sound horrible. But I was an inch away from sleep at 10.00pm. Now it's 10.30pm and I'm a mile away from sleep.
At 11.00pm I'm struggling to sleep. My body itches whenever I settle down. My mind races each time I tell myself Mason Verger isn't lying next to me. By 11.15pm, I've successfully guided my mind out of nightmarish thoughts. But now I'm thinking of everything I've screwed up. I tell myself I need to sleep. But at 11.20pm, Batman comes into play. Now my mind is worried that the next Batman movie will only be in production AFTER 2010. That leaves 2 years of development before 2012. That sucks. And by 11.30, I finally realize all this worrying has gotten me tired. My mind settles down. My body only itches mildly. I am ready for sleep.
I turn my head away from the light that's coming from the kitchen. I'm an inch away from sleep again.
I hear a noise. A 'Bzzzt' noise. It's right next to me.
There's an insect on my bed. That much is evident. It's large. It has wings. And it wants to fuck up my sleep. Either that, or I'm already asleep and this is one bad nightmare.
There's another 'Bzzzt'. Louder this time, and it's no longer on the bed. It's flying around my head, which is currently proped up against the headboard.
A fucking cockroach the size of my handphone flies past my head.
I am no longer in the mood for sleeping.
I'm in the mood for sprinting.
It lands on the curtain, about a foot away from my face. It crawls to the top and dissappears.
I'm already out of the room.
I tell my grandparents. They're awesome about it. My granpa goes in with a can of ridsect. There's a lot of noise. Sounds like a struggle. I peek to see who's winning.
The cockroach is trapped under my grandpa's toe.
A minute later and the fight has moved on into the bathroom. I thought my grandpa was a pacifist, but there he was beating the shit out of it. Down it goes. Where it came from. Where it belongs.
I am no longer in the mood for sleep. My mind is racing. Mason Verger is back on my mind. And now my grandparents are asleep. I swear there are noises from behind me. Insects trying to get in.
Maybe this cockroach came to avenge the death of the other one I killed. Maybe this is all a case of bad karma.
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