Good night, sleep tight!

It was supposed to be a good night of sleep. The clock was ticking quickly. The man was sleeping so well. He was snoring like hell. God knows how much tired I was of hearing it.

So, I decided to come closer, maybe I would be able to feed and my buzz would make him stop snoring. It stopped indeed but also made him wake up and I lost my breakfast.

He stumbled in everything in the bedroom to get the fly swatter. He hit me, several times and I evaded all of them and laughed at his dumb sleepy face. I screamed, calling him awful names, but obviously he didn't listen. So I pretended to be dead and he went back to sleep and snore. For God's sake, why snoring? And you freaking humans complains about my buzz. I tried to get my breakfast one more time but he woke up again and this time, the bastard sprayed this terrible poison all over me. He headed back to his dreams and to snoring. But, seconds later the alarm clock rang and he woke up complaining. Serves you well, clown.

What? Me? Are you asking about me? Well, these are my last words dumbass. I'm waiting the death's fancy car to get me. Oh, poor me. Yeah, dramatic to the end.