Fear itself (Short story-300 words complete)

Grievous

Sometimes I do these excercises. I think of a famous quote, or part of a famous quote and build a little story around it, Or a creative *piece* if you want to get technical, I wouldn't call it a story, In the sense that a story has a start, middle and ending, ie. The bear goes into the woods, The bear finds some food, The bear goes home!


Fear Itself

Nothing in the affairs of men is worthy of great anxiety.
-- Plato.

I woke up this morning with a start!

There appeared to be a mouse in my bed tickling my chin and lightly scratching me, it had to be a mouse, those tiny sharp little nails were scratching me all across my face.

It couldn’t have been a pet, as I didn’t own any pets at all, it couldn’t have been a rat, because if what I read was true about rats, they can carve their way throught solid concrete, they do this to keep their teeth nice and trimmed;it seems their front teeth never stop growing and this is the only way to keep them short.

I didn't want to open my eyes at the horror of the pesky little rodent in the bed with me, I felt so dirty and uncomfortable, I didn’t want to change my posture too slowly, fearing the mouse would slide onto other areas of my body that would surely give me nightmares for years to come! Oh no. I have always hated creepy silent little animals like mice.

For a mintute the anxiety had me in it’s relentless grip; until I gritted my teeth and started to re-focus myself.

I decided to briskly brush the mouse away from my chin and chest area but it returned!, I brushed it away again and again and it kept returning; every single time.

I thought to myself; “MAM”!.

Today I become a man! I opened my eyes and seen something far more cuter than a mouse and it all came back to me.

I had put my baby daughter Rebecca into bed beside me after her first bottle in the morning!

That also reminded me; I needed to trim her nails.

Proah!

The End.