Mood: I'mgettingmarrieeddd
Reading: Dreamcatcher

Twas the night before MLK day, and all through the house, I was the only thing stirring (Well, and maybe Gaara, the mouse.)

My sketchpad was placed on the desk with pencils and lead, in hopes that inspiration would spring into my head.

My mum was asleep, comatose in her bed, while visions of god-knows-what danced in her head. My cats in thier corners, and I in my vest- had just settled down for a mid-winter's rest.

When from under my sink, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter?~!
Away to the noise I flew in a flash, grabbed a knife from the board, and prayed that what lurked had no axe.

And what, to my wondering eyes should appear- no, not a miniature sleigh, nor no tiny reindeer- but a possum, with it's eyes all aglow, hissing and growling-
And scampering to and fro.

I promptly muttered, "Wtf, ho." And took a step back,
Closing the doors to merely a crack. I whistled. I shouted- I called the damn thing such names- "You fuzzball, oh under-sink inhabiting foe, get your ass out from there, out the door you shall go!"

And then, in a twinkling, I heard a sound quite small-
The sound of foul possum feet climbing INTO MY WALL.
I flung open the door, and what should I see, but the culprit's tail-end, as vanished did she.

The doors were slammed with nary a care,
a scowl on my face replaced the grin that was there.
I watched it's tail slither quite out of sight- and heard it whisper- "Farewell...and sleep tight."



....THERE'S A FREAKING OPOSSUM IN MY WALL. TT_TT

-Loki

<-- my fiancé . <33333333 Godyes.