Haunted Dreams

Today was another beautiful, sunny morning as I lie in bed debating on sleeping for another fifteen minutes, oblivious to the cruelties of the world.  My innocence was about to end.  Rolling over to put on my glasses, I saw what had been sleeping with me for who knows how long: a giant cockroach.  That got me out of bed.  The poor fellow didn't appear to be moving.  Had I crushed him in my sleep?  If so, would all his buddies come and tackle me tonight?  Or, did he see this beautiful creature, and knowing he was about to die, crawl into bed in order to have one last perfect memory?  Where did he come from?  Have I been sleeping with an unknown male for the last four nights?  The thoughts kept rolling into my head until I grabbed a bowl and whimpering, scooped the little bugger up and tossed him down twenty floors onto the asphalt below.