I literally couldn’t sleep, but also wasn’t brave enough to chase it out, so I mostly sat there listening out for it. At like 3 a.m., I saw a rat run through the hallway outside my room, but I convinced myself that that meant there were two rats and mine was still lying in wait for me, preparing to put its face in my mouth if I fell asleep. Because that’s how I think.
Supposedly it ate the poison that the house staff put out, so it must be dead. I’m sitting here like
I bet it’s still lurking. Show me the receipts!