SephStarr
Really Experienced
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- Apr 1, 2007
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I apologise that this is off-topic, I just need some TLC for a moment here! [grin]
After a fitful and restless hour's sleep during which I had vague nightmares and was half-lucidly aware of a faint scritching sound, I have been woken up to realise that there is a MOUSE. In my BEDROOM. It took me half an hour to work up the courage to get from the middle of the bed (frozen in irrational fear, crying, yelling and having an enormous panic attack) to the door, which I slammed behind me to contain the damn thing.
I am being silly and pathetic and idiotic. It is a mouse. It is tiny. It is cute. It is more scared of me than I am of it. If they're on the street or on the Tube I *like* them. However. It is IN MY BEDROOM, and for reasons unbeknownst to me I am ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED.
I don't know what to do. I want it out of the flat, but I'm being too stupid to go back in there. I live with my father, who I did wake up. He was unsympathetic and went back to sleep. I'm going to have to wake him up again and demand in manner of four year old that he DO SOMETHING, aren't I? Bugger.
And I'm worried that I'll be too terrified to sleep in there tonight even if he does get rid of it. This is pathetic. I just want to be in bed, for God's sake...
EDIT: There's no way of persuading him to do anything. He's now gone back to sleep. I know how stupid and irrational and pathetic this is, but I just *can't* open that door. Am in floods of tears, which is Silly. God knows what I'm going to do. I really, really don't like this. If there's any of you American types or insomniacs online, I'd appreciate a hug or something...
After a fitful and restless hour's sleep during which I had vague nightmares and was half-lucidly aware of a faint scritching sound, I have been woken up to realise that there is a MOUSE. In my BEDROOM. It took me half an hour to work up the courage to get from the middle of the bed (frozen in irrational fear, crying, yelling and having an enormous panic attack) to the door, which I slammed behind me to contain the damn thing.
I am being silly and pathetic and idiotic. It is a mouse. It is tiny. It is cute. It is more scared of me than I am of it. If they're on the street or on the Tube I *like* them. However. It is IN MY BEDROOM, and for reasons unbeknownst to me I am ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED.
I don't know what to do. I want it out of the flat, but I'm being too stupid to go back in there. I live with my father, who I did wake up. He was unsympathetic and went back to sleep. I'm going to have to wake him up again and demand in manner of four year old that he DO SOMETHING, aren't I? Bugger.
And I'm worried that I'll be too terrified to sleep in there tonight even if he does get rid of it. This is pathetic. I just want to be in bed, for God's sake...
EDIT: There's no way of persuading him to do anything. He's now gone back to sleep. I know how stupid and irrational and pathetic this is, but I just *can't* open that door. Am in floods of tears, which is Silly. God knows what I'm going to do. I really, really don't like this. If there's any of you American types or insomniacs online, I'd appreciate a hug or something...
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