They come in threes
Three ingredients to make you say “And it gets better.”:
1. PJ downpour in the middle of the night.
2. The monster (as Jojo calls it).
3. Short circuit.
At 4.10am last night, I was woken up by the rain splitter and splattering against our window, working up baby puddles on the table that we’ve always conveniently scatter our stuff on. I got up to fix the situation and went to the loo.
Then I came out frightened by Jojo’s grey figure in the dimness of the room. She just switched the router off and was waiting for the loo.
Bed sweet bed. In my effort to preserve the sleep, I groggily climbed back to bed. So did Jo.
Until she smelled it. It was there.
Disappointed by the fluorescent which Jojo turned on immediately, I rose to inquire.
And then I saw it. The monster.
Crawling into the darkness under my bed. Shit.
We spent the next 20 minutes terminating it. Spraying my bed sheet and suffocating ourselves as we went along.
The tough guy finally gave in only after I decided to give it Shokubutsu treament. By then, I think we had used a good portion of the repellent.
I think Shieldtox water-base is not very effective. Or the monsters have a new and improved breed.
Then after cleaning up the fruition of our termination, I changed my bed sheet.
And the lights went out when I was in mid action. Short circuit.
Oh, why?!
Why this when I was trying to train myself to wake up early so that I could on the exam days. Early, but not at an ungodly hour!
Oh, we had a long commercial break from our sleep. As the other housemates came out, we gathered at the dining room to chat for a bit, waiting for the storm to pass so that we could turn the main switch back on.
Jo and I revisited slumber at 5.25am.
Guess it’s ok. After all, thank goodness the rain woke us up so that we could shut the router, smell the presence of the monster and fix the short circuit.
Imagine sleeping with the monster. Nevermind losing an hour’s sleep in the dead of the night. Anything to escape that horror.
Everything happened as if in some chronology. Premeditated.
As Jo summed it up in the dining room, “They say that bad luck comes in three. Nevermind, we’ve passed all three. We will be okay now.”
I was thinking along the same lines too.
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