mouse-tastic

“Good Morning…”, I yawned, the words sliding out of my tired brain like uncooked burgers. I can never articulate myself well in the wee hours of the morning. My mind is alert and aware, but my mouth is not. Any attempt at conversation with me is futile. But last night had been particularly fatiguing. I was thankful that I had nothing to do on this day. I was looking forward to some good reading and curling up in the couch. Then I looked down at my swollen, bloodied arm and remembered the harrowing events of the previous evening.
I had gone to bed, quite shaken by my discovery and disposal of a mouse in a mousetrap. I had found the mouse quite alive, but stuck to the unforgiving glue of a trap. It was my duty to remove the mouse from the house. I had to kill the creature first.
I had begun the evening with a desperate hatred toward the creatures. I hated their small beady eyes and how they just looked as if they were swarming with germs. My roommate had been the brave one in the battle so far, catching and killing four of the mice, which were infesting our apartment. Finally and unfortunately it was my turn.
I approached the wriggling thing, and my qualms melted from hatred to compassion. I did not want to kill the poor little thing. It was cute and furry and had such sweet little eyes. It even had a cute, little, white, heart-shaped spot on its ear. But it was stuck to a glue trap; death was inevitable. I think that my dissolution into sentimentality could be sensed.
The tea-kettle, our one heavy object, brought about a very humane death for the little mouse. I carefully and quickly got rid of his little body and then headed for sleep. Sleep was granted, but it was very turbulent. I awoke in the deep of the night to frantic, but deliberate scurrying around me. The noise echoed throughout the room and crescendo-ed, then instantly became pure silence. I began to think in that split-second, that it was only dream. But a piercing sensation on my bare arm destroyed any hopes of mere dreams. I looked down and saw five mice with their muzzles burrowed into the skin of my arm. They looked like huge mosquitoes. The pain became too strong, and I entered a trance-like state. I saw each mouse clearly, and one of them had the same white heart-shape on its ear.