A Long Night

Ever had those days when you’re glad it’s morning?

Little tiny fragments of ghost harassed me all night—the snails I’ve eaten, maybe, or geckoes I’ve laughed at—and wouldn’t let me sleep. They oozily chittered in my ears, crawled over my scales on their frosty bellies, and slithered up my nose to tweak my brain.

I took it like a man for a few hours. I hoped they’d have their fun, see no reaction from me, and leave me alone. Not so. They pinched my feet and pulled my tail until I’d had quite enough.

I waited for another one to try the nose trick, and swallowed it whole when it touched my face. I’d swung around and eaten another one by the time the rest realised what had happened. They tasted rather refreshing, actually. Very cool and smooth in the throat.

They flew in frenzied panic around my log, then launched themselves in a swarm out toward the living room through my glass... including the ones in my belly. I smacked into the glass side-on, feeling the delicious little ghosts wrench themselves out of my body to follow their accomplices into the night. Smooshed up against the glass, I watched them disappear with a bluish light that faded slowly until there was nothing left in the room but me and the shadows.

I looked up to find that Georgi had snored through the entire incident. I rolled my eyes at her, and rested my head on the glass. Feeling strangely nauseous, I just slept where I was. So I was still crushed against the wall of my tank when my people found me in the morning.

They thought it was hilarious.

That’s okay though. I’m pretty smug about showing a flock of supernatural beasties who’s boss.

Triumphantly,

Mikey