this morning #472.

this morning, he hung backwards off the edge of the bed letting all the blood rush to his head. it was at this angle that he first saw it: a pair of tiny eyes staring back at him from under the dresser. he squinted to try to make out the body behind them but in the bedroom’s relative dark, it was impossible. he needed to shine some light on the situation. if he made a move though, he’d spook whatever it was, so he sat stuck in a staring contest with some shrouded specter for a few minutes, as he got more & more lightheaded. finally, he had no choice but to pick up his head or pass out & a severely frightened opossum shot out into the open & right out the bedroom door. the chase was on.