UnrealLauren

So here I am on my computer at 7 in the morning. I decide it's time for bed, so I go upstairs to do my nightly...er...morningly...er...bedtime routine (washing my face, brushing my teeth, ect). 

Now usually I wait until I'm done with all of that to change into my pajamas and crawl straight into bed from there. But today I decided to change into my pajamas early because I didn't feel well and wanted to get comfortable. 

So anyway here I am all already in my pajamas bleary-eyed in my bathroom with the door closed as to not wake anyone in the house. I was sluggishly wetting my face, and putting my face wash on my hands beginning to wash my face when the first attack occured. 

Suddenly there's something rolling off of my ponytail down my back and to the floor. By the time I jump and look, the perpetrator has hidden under the sink. I continue to wash my face warily looking at the floor where I last saw a glimpse of the pest, but nothing comes out. 

It's finally time to rinse my face. I bend over the sink to rinse and cup my hands, filling them with water to run over my face. I'm on my second run when suddenly it's back and this time it's made it down the back of my shirt. Of course I spazz out and with a two handfuls of water, my arms fly to my shirt to try and get it out, soaking me in the process. Now I'm frustrated and getting angrier by the second.  I see the moth flying around the miniscule bathroom and glare at it. If looks could kill. 

Finally it lands in a corner on the ceiling. I watch it for several seconds before going to finish rinsing my face. I bend over the sink once more, and the moth kamakazes into my head. I flail about (soaking myself and the bathroom further) trying to hit it. I purposely flick water at it thinking in my sleepy, fuming state that it will somehow drown the idiotic insect. No such luck. Finally after maybe a minute of watching it land on various surfaces glaring at it, I go back to the sink and frantically rinse my face as to avoid getting attacked once again. I make it this time, but I still have to brush my teeth.

Glaring at the moth the entire time, I get my toothbrush, wet it, put tooth paste on it, and back up to the wall as far from the sink as I can (which is only maybe a foot away. stupid microscopic bathroom.) I'm rigid and enraged from what the moth has put me through in the comatose state I'm in, when suddenly it dives for my feet, flying around my legs trying to get up my pant leg while I kick about doing something resembling a river dance with a buzzing toothbrush hanging from my mouth. Finally after I land a good kick to the head it flies between the sink and toilet and hides. Now I open the bathroom door not caring who I wake up in the house because they can't possibly be angrier than I am. Of course then, the moth hides while I finish brushing my teeth and take my hair down. 

I inwardly stomp back to my room (not actually stomping because my conscience is back and I really do care who I wake up) pissed at how a small moth could torment me so. And now here I am writing about it as to not dream about every possible was to kill the insipid thing.

I hope you enjoyed that.

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