There's a cricket in my room
There’s a cricket in my room. I don’t remember when he started chirping. It was sometime before the sun. He hasn’t stopped since he started. He’s invisible. Or at least too small to see. I’ve looked everywhere. He keeps me awake. He’s too loud to pinpoint. I flipped the bedframe. I tore open the walls. I can’t find him. No one else can hear him. I need to find him. I need him to
