You’ve brushed your chops and emptied the tank for the night. Turned off the light and hit the hay. Just in case there are still those monsters that live under the bed, out to grab your feet from when you were still in primary school, you make the leap of faith. Phone’s off, laptop is closed and you’ve opened the window to let the southerly wind flow through your southeast facing bedroom. It’s summer so you have to do something to control your humid bedroom. Chuck on the air conditioning if you can afford it. Mozzies are about. You’ve got it covered though. Haven’t opened the door with the light on since the sun left for its affair with the Northern Hemisphere, so no way in hell those buggers will be bothering you tonight. Eyelids start to get heavy for some reason, even though they always weigh the same. And that’s where the insanity begins.

Eyes are closed and you drift into a light sleep. You hear a buzz. Ignorance is bliss but not in this case. Your attention has been drawn to that buzz. The glass has shattered. You lay there as you wait for the buzzing to return. It gets louder and louder as the beast soars towards you. It stops. You flop around like a flathead in the tinny, trying to get the prick off you. You hit yourself aimlessly to kill it. It’s gone away. Nup, just kidding. It hasn’t. They’re always looking for round two. After several occurrences of this disturbance, you get up and turn on the light. The bastard has done the sneaky and hidden. You’re awake now and aren’t getting back into bed until that blood-sucking twat is murdered. He stole your blood and deserves justice. Perhaps unfair but a worthy punishment for such a pest. Eyes are starting to adjust to the light and you see him hanging off the wall. Being as stealthy as possible, almost ninja like, you raise the heel of your hand and smash it against the wall. You missed. It’s okay though because you rarely catch him the first go. Several attempts are made, climbing around your room to gain the best vantage spot. You wait for him to come to you. You clock the fucker against the wall. No more buzzing, no more paranoia. All that’s left is a bit of sleep. Or so you thought.

The buzzing keeps playing in your head. At least you think it is. Can’t be sure whether this is your mind playing games or if you can actually here a second thief. Your eyes start playing tricks, as they continue to adjust to the light. Did you see another or did you just think you did? Dammit. Look around the room for a bit but find nothing. Turn off the light and get back into bed. Monsters living underneath are no longer a threat as there is some new muscle in town. The Mozzy.

Trying to get back to sleep your mind continues to play games. You think you hear a buzz but you probably don’t. You are almost certain you feel one landing on you, but it probably hasn’t. Takes ages to get shut eye again but you finally get there. You wake up the next morning covered in itchy red dots. The Mozzy won.