It’s on a Monday morning. I’m supposed to be awake; I must have missed my alarm. Only that I didn't set one, of late my brain is losing it. I’m woken up by some creepy sound in my blanket, it must be my phone right? No, I left it charging.
My bed so wet, the last time I wet my bed, I was 8. So what happened? The sound comes up again. I try to reach deep into my blankets, my hand lands on a soft, slippery cold moving thing. I try to grab it, it jumps onto my chest... a frog.
I immediately jump out of my bed and land in water, a pool of water... in my house. Was I that drunk as to sleep on my swimming pool? No I didn't drink last night and there's no way on earth I could move my bed to the backyard.
There are so many of them, fro...