Lately, I've been noticing that my prescribed sleeping pills have been disappearing from my pill bottle.
I NEED them to be able to sleep good at night, but I used to not always have sleeping problems.
Meanwhile, Michael Jackson was having trouble getting a good night's sleep.
Every time he tried to fall back asleep, nothing helped.
I decided to investigate and try out to find out who or what has been stealing my sleeping pills.
So, I made a plan to spy on Michael when he wasn't paying attention. On the night of my stakeout at finding the culprit, me and the king of pop got ourselves ready for bed as usual.
Once Michael was asleep in bed, I took my two sleeping pills. After about an hour, I sneaked into the kitchen to hide underneath the table to wait for the culprit to come out.
And guess what?
It was Michael Jackson himself!
"Micheal, what are you doing"?
I stood there with my hands on my hips.
Michael blushed softly and then I saw that he had almost took some of MY sleeping pills.
"Baby, I'm really sorry. I've been having a lot of trouble sleeping at night. I thought that taking one of your sleeping pills would help".
He frowned at the thought of getting yelled at.
Then, Michael started whimpering. And that turned into a sob.
"Oh Michael...all you had to do was ask. No wonder why my pills were disappearing from my pill bottle".
I walked over to him and hugged him with love affectionately.
"It's okay Michael, please don't cry sweetheart. I'm not mad at you".
I gently used my thumb to wipe away Michael's tears from his eyes.
"Y-you're not"?
"Of course not, baby".
We both stayed like for a few more minutes before Michael took ahold of my hand and then we went back to bed for it was late at night.
