#22 of the 100 Story Challenge
It was one of those nights when I felt hot and itchy and no position was comfortable for long. I read a few pages but couldn’t stay focused. All the sheep I tried to count raised their tails and trotted off to greener pastures.
There was a soft rustle under my bed. If it hadn’t been the middle of the night, I wouldn’t have noticed. The sound repeated. It was as if…
