There's a small lizard living in my room. Or a big wall gecko. My brother thinks it's a gecko, I think it's a lizard. Lets call it lizzy. I don't know how lizzy got into my room. Someone must have left my door or window wide open and I suspect that someone is my mum. I don't like animals. I particularly hate reptiles. Lizzy's presence makes me feel I'm accommodating an unwanted guest. And in fact I am. I haven't been able to sleep well the past few days. I actually prayed to God that lizzy finds an exit out of my room or dies as soon as possible. I'd rather have a dead lizzy than a living lizzy. I'm still waiting on God to answer my prayer.
I could decide to chase the thing around my room but then it would creep under the bed or behind the wardrobe. I am unhappy. I'm startled when I hear noise in the room because I think it's lizzy in motion. I'm reluctant to touch anything, from stuff on my dressing table to my clothes, because I hate to imagine the tours lizzy may have undertaken across my belongings in my absence. When I come back from work, I stay in the sitting room longer than usual before going to my room because it inhabits something I'm not eager to meet.
The experience sort of gives me a clue to why some husbands like to chillllllll out after work before coming home. Imagine going home daily to someone you would rather not be living with, for example my roommate lizzy. So it does matter who I end up with, his character, etc. If he makes me really uncomfortable most of the time now, he might constantly make my skin crawl when we are married and living together. Then I will have to pray for God to make him disappear from my life or even better, that God kills him. Lol.
