I believe it’s the same one I saw on the ceiling last night.

The one I stood on a chair (with wheels) and a sneaker in my hand to kill.

The one that fell to the carpet after I hit it and screamed.

The one I thought I killed once it hit the carpet.

Twenty-four hours later, did it really just crawl under my bed?

Has it been lurking around my room all day long?!?!

I’m doomed.