The Itch That Wouldn’t Quit: A Midnight Comedy
Purr-fectly Uncomfortable (Bite-Sized Comedy)
Uncomfortable you roll in the night. Clothes restrict movement. Folds cut into your skin. Maybe if you ignore the discomfort it’ll go away. Heavy-eyed, you dose. The weight of the day takes over.
Every so often you jolt and your eyes fling open. Why don’t you get up? Seriously dude. Wake up. Still, you prefer to toss and turn. Skin becomes angry and demanding.
You scream in frustration and turn on the lamp. Your cat wakes up and yawns. She thinks you’re a bloody idiot, but that’s nothing new. The purr baby scratches behind her ears. Does she have fleas? Making eye contact she curls and begins licking her ick to show how clever she is. Worms? No, you dealt with those last week. The first treatment flung around your freshly clean house — the walls, the floors, the furniture. For the second attempt, you were much more skilful with your drugging.
Awake, you jump out of bed and straighten your PJs pulling at the crotch. Ooo better. Freedom.
You smooth the sheets with your hands. Kitty thinks it’s a game and her claws come out to play. Freddy Krueger claws.
You yawn and push the puss to her side of the bed.
Hiss, hiss.
Her bed. Every inch of it, stupid human. The master offers her generosity and allows you to sink into the mattress. She claims better real estate — your chest.
You can’t move.
The itch returns. Cloth stuck between cracks.
You can’t scratch.
You suffer in silence.
You need clean undies.
You have worms.
Write a fiction story about craving something. Use a second-person narrative for more fun. I can’t wait to be your “main character!” — Oh I bet you’re sorry. — Prompt by Adrian CDTPPW
Challenge accepted! Now everyone re-read this story and imagine Adrian as the “main character). 😆
This edition of stupid is the result of writer’s block. I kid you not I feel like I have broken my brain.






