A challenger has appeared in my room.
I was sitting here listening to an old Soviet anthem when I noticed it from the corner of my eye. A mouse...Slowly making its way towards the pasta I had left out from dinner. I didnt move but it knew I was watching it. Both of us locked glazes. We sat there frozen in place for what seemed an eternity, when suddenly it made its move. It broke the stare and moved hastily towards the pasta. Not today mouse. I wrapped a shirt around my hand and diving from my computer chair threw a punch...MISS. Damn its fast. With the Soviet music setting the tone of the battle we engaged in a frantic game of what felt like a poormans version of wack a mole. Diving into my clothes hamper it found a temporary refuge against my assault. I flipped the basket and started throwing clothes around. Nothing?! It cant be I saw it run in there and nothings come out. Where did it go? I opened the door and there it was running into the kitchen. I followed suite and tore through the kitchen cupboards as it fled in fear. At the last cupboard I was sure victory was mine! But just as I begun to open the final drawer it jumped out and ran, I have since lost track of it. Farewell for now my adversary...
I have yet to see it again, but I feel someday we shall once again cross paths and finish the battle started on this summers night.
I was sitting here listening to an old Soviet anthem when I noticed it from the corner of my eye. A mouse...Slowly making its way towards the pasta I had left out from dinner. I didnt move but it knew I was watching it. Both of us locked glazes. We sat there frozen in place for what seemed an eternity, when suddenly it made its move. It broke the stare and moved hastily towards the pasta. Not today mouse. I wrapped a shirt around my hand and diving from my computer chair threw a punch...MISS. Damn its fast. With the Soviet music setting the tone of the battle we engaged in a frantic game of what felt like a poormans version of wack a mole. Diving into my clothes hamper it found a temporary refuge against my assault. I flipped the basket and started throwing clothes around. Nothing?! It cant be I saw it run in there and nothings come out. Where did it go? I opened the door and there it was running into the kitchen. I followed suite and tore through the kitchen cupboards as it fled in fear. At the last cupboard I was sure victory was mine! But just as I begun to open the final drawer it jumped out and ran, I have since lost track of it. Farewell for now my adversary...
I have yet to see it again, but I feel someday we shall once again cross paths and finish the battle started on this summers night.