Noises In The Dark


I hate urban planning

It's 1 am.

I'm still not done.

This is REALLY annoying.

My room smells like bananas.

Why does my room smell like bananas?

Is there a banana somewhere,

Buried under the rubble?

Boom.

Boom.

BANG!

Strange.

No one else is awake.

The house is

Silent, but for the noise of my computer.

Whirring, ever whirring.

And cold.

An arctic landscape,

Except for the mess strewn across my bedroom floor.

Boom.

Boom.

BANG!

Ignoring the sound, I continure to work.

I chew on my eraser, contemplating the situation.

Then I spit it back out.

That

Was

HORRIBLE!

Ugh… I want to go back to bed.

Boom.

Boom.

BANG!

There is someone else here.

I leap up, ready for action,

And trip, landing on the floor.

My cursing could turn the air blue.

I realize what I did.

I alerted the intruder of my presence.

I grab the first thing I see.

A giant inflatable pink crayon.

Time to end this.

I stalk off in search of the sound.

It is coming from the computer room.

I kick the door open, and raise the crayon above my head.

I hear a meow.

Looking down, I see

Familiar black fur, marked with white paws

It's my cat, Jinx.

He was stuck in the computer room.

I feel like SUCH an idiot right now.