I had two alarms set up in my phone to wake me up this morning. One of it was set at 7.00am while the other was set at 7.15am. At 7.00am, my alarm rang, I woke up, reached for my phone with my left hand, turned it off and left the phone beside my pillow. I was lazy to wake up. I didn't want to get out of bed yet. It was still so early. Actually, I only have two alarms set up so prevent myself from oversleeping. So I just laid there to wait for the 7.15am alarm. My right hand was under my pillow, my left hand was over my bolster. I smelled something. The smell was terrible! Terrible, I tell you. I thought it was me. You know how our body actually excrete waste products when we're sleeping? We actually sweat when we're asleep. So I thought it was me and thought I'll just take a shower later.
Suddenly, I felt something hairy moving on my elbow. I swiped it away simply with my left hand. I was thinking, maybe it's just my imaginations, or maybe it's my hair, or maybe it's nothing at all, most probably my hair. Then I felt the hairy thing on my right cheek, not exactly cheek, more down under, lol. Thinking that it's probably my hair again, I just readjusted my position by removing my right hand from under the pillow and wiped my face a bit on the way, and I laid straight on my bed.
Then I started thinking, omg, what if it's not my hair? What if it's some small bug that fell on my bed? Maybe it's an ant or something. (Because it didn't feel like anything huge when it touched my elbow or my face) Then again, maybe it was just my hair. Then, I felt a bit of the hairy thing on my right thigh, then I knew, it wasn't my hair. Damn bug, I'm gonna crush you, I thought. I laid still in bed, awaiting the arrival of the damn bug.
Later, I felt a lot of the hairy thing moving on my right thigh again, and I quickly grabbed it with my right hand. Just when I got hold of it, I thought, "OH MY GOD, IT'S HUGE!" and I felt all of its six legs struggling and I felt super disgusted and quickly let go of it. On my bed. I was lying down. I let go of it and quickly jumped out of my bed like a freakin' ninja, and switched on the lights. I stared at my bed, but no sign of anything, just my two pillows, a bolster and my blanket lying there. I observed a while more, nothing. I ran out of my room, and took a sniff of my hand. What a horrid smell! Then I remembered it not only crawled on my thigh but my elbow and face too. MY FACE. Then I freaked out a lot. I quickly washed my hands, rubbing them very hardly.
I then barged into my parents' room and woke my dad. "What? What?" he said sleepily. "There's something in my room!" I said. "HUH? WHAT THING?" "I DON'T KNOW! IT'S ON MY BED!!!" Then he got nervous too, and jumped out of his bed and went into my room to check it out. I followed behind him.
He went into my room, and I stayed outside, peeking in. "Where is it?" "I don't know, it must be on the bed." He checked by opening up my blanket. Nothing. Then, I saw a dark coloured thing on my bolster. "THERE THERE THERE!" I shouted. "Go get me a tissue." He said calmly. I handed him the tissue and ran far far away, worrying that the bug can fly. My dad took the bolster out of the room. A few seconds later, he went to the dustbin to throw the tissue away.
"What is it?"
1) A cockroach crawled on me.
2) A cockroach crawled on my FACE. MY FACE.
3) I think it's leg went into my ear for a while.
4) I grabbed a cockroach in my fist.
5) It was alive. On me.
Then I was basically like this for the rest of the day:
College friends' reactions:
1) "Be thankful that it wasn't on your lips or in your mouth."
2) "Luckily you didn't crush it."
Okay, that's all. Scary, ain't it?