There's a cricket in my room

by S. C. Ash

By S. C. AshPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read

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

Shut up

And nobody else hears him. It’s just me and him. He only sings for me. Around anybody else, he doesn’t exist.

Is this what madness is?

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