"Its your imagination, go to sleep!" I said to myself.
But at that moment, I felt something soft tickle my hand.
"What in the world....." I immediately sat up in an instance, and started to fling my hand all over the room, as if I just burnt it on the stove.
After turning on the lights I found the culprit tickler. A little brown bug was lying on the wall. With my sharp ninja skills I grabbed a shoe and squashed it, feeling a bit better. But then I turned back to my bed, and saw another sneaky brown bug scurry across my blanket, like there was no problem at all with it being there!
Another fight took place, and I am sorry to say my 2nd battle was lost. The other brown bug hid under my 500 lb. dresser. I commenced a stake-out, waiting for it to come out of hiding so I could squash it. I sat there for a good 5 minutes in my PJ's and running shoes, with a magazine in one hand and an old shoe in the other.
Though, the little devil never did come out from hiding. Exhausted, yet braver, I went back to bed, and finally fell asleep.