This was going to be just another quiet day.
I woke up right after dawn.
Had a light breakfast.
When I was on my way to the beach, a monkey started bothering me.
‘You, in that stupid hat, something’s going down in your crib.’
The monkey standing on lookout was a bad omen.
I swear I heard one of them yell ‘ALRIGHT, he’s coming!’
It tried to stop me by blocking the entrance.
Not pictured: the coca-cola bottle and the two mini donuts I left here.
She told me she has to feed her children.
I cleaned it right up!
And just when I thought that the craziness is over and I sat on my bed to write about my monkey story… That’s when I noticed a crocodile on my ceiling.
I tried killing him by yelling “go away!” Well, it did. Now I can’t even see where he is. But I can’t open up the terrace door, because it’s dark outside and I’ll be inviting monkeys and god knows what else into my room.
Imagine trying to fall asleep, knowing that this thing can drop on your face any minute.