A New Post

I had a nice, sweet, profound post all planned out in my head last night as I tried and failed to fall asleep. I lay in bed, on top of my blankets, pouring sweat. My sister was next to me, kicking me and snoring. I felt sick. My other sister's phone went off in her bedroom next door, and kept bleeping every five minutes that she had a message. Since she was downstairs, I went into her bedroom and turned the phone on silent so I could get to sleep.
Five minutes later, it vibrated against the desk, making a loud and highly annoying rattling sound. I sighed in exasperation.
Finally, my sister came upstairs and looked at her message. I quietly got out of bed, picked up my quilt, and tiptoed down the squeaky stairs to the Sitting Room, where I stretched out on the couch and tried once again, in the downstairs coolness, to get to sleep. My stomach growled a pained growl, not of hunger, but of something coming. I groaned quietly and rolled off the couch onto the floor, into fetal position. There I awoke this morning, on the floor, my quilt piled about me, feeling ready to get up and do things... just so long as you didn't bug me, or ask me to eat.

I'll eat you.