Night with an Ant

Going down memory lane, I can still remember this very night. I was lying in my sweet bed, but I had chosen not to take my evening bath. My mom always said that taking a bath before bedtime was important, but there was a movie on TV that I found so interesting that I just couldn’t leave the seat. Taking to take my bath will cause me to miss a scene which I wasn't planning to.

As I lay there on my bed dozing soundly, I felt something strange on my skin. I didn’t know what it was, and it scared me a lot. I tried to ignore it, but soon the little stings turned into a swe that made my skin feel itchy. I just couldn’t help it so I started to wail loudly.

I called for my mom, who hurried into my room. I told her about the stings and how I thought there might be a little ant or bug in my bed and pointed to the blanket, tears streaming down my face. As I waited for her to find the evil ant while I suffered the sting pains.

My mom gently lifted the blanket and looked around my bed, but we couldn’t find any ants or bugs anywhere. Maybe they were hiding really well, or maybe it was because I didn’t take my bath and the dirt got mixed up with my sweat. I don’t know, but it was such a long night, very scary and painful all together.

As the minutes turned into hours, I kept crying. My mom sat with me, rubbing my back to help me feel better and I could still remember sleep creeping back on me as my wail reduced and died out as I entered the wonderland. Till date, I do not miss taking my bath all evenings.