Day 205: It Slept With Me

I awoke to the sensation. A tickle I don’t remember. It wiggled and tickled so strangely wrong. How can this be? I was there all alone. But no, it felt worthy of the touch. Giving me the geeby heeves. I fought for my voice, but it spoke no words. My throat, violated by the tickle. Oh, it was horrible. Apparently I disturbed its wondrous violations of explorations within. Suddenly I feared it could happen….And it did. I coughed and choked on that darn tickle. But a tickle it was no more. It turned fierce like a kitten on the wool. Scraping my precious throat, turning it all against me. I refuse, I’m not having it. I will lick the lemons til it turns away. My throat is not for housing devilish tickles that rape my inner crevices. I will not tolerate such hell-bent, ungodly despicable behaviour from a force that can’t be trifled with; no.

“It’s Noice, It’s Different, It’s Un-Ewes-Yewl!” – Kath And Kim