Bugs
by David Clark

I've been faffing around all day. I’m tired and ready for bed. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed. I’ve checked emails and the news on my phone. I’ve read a few pages of my book. And now, at last, I’m putting my light out and going to sleep.

Ah!

There’s a stupid fly buzzing around me. Got it with fly spray!

Ah!

Now there are two big fat black cockroaches climbing my curtain. Or maybe the same one twice. I sprayed it three times with crawling insect spray but it just ran away. I notice the can says “For outdoor use only”. Bollocks! I’ve just poisoned myself.

Then it came back, or its mate did, and I sprayed that as well.

Then one came out from under the bed on the other side looking drunk. I sprayed it again and it ran away.

Lastly one came back out from under the bed looking peaky. I grabbed it with a hunk of tissue paper and flushed it away.

So now I'm left wondering whether there was one, two or three of them.

How do I sleep now?

The End