she lay in the sweat soaked sheets
listening to the hum mmmm
of the rotating fan drown out everything
except the sound of the crickets
and the snoring of the boy next to her.
the heat made her irritable,
the absence of light made the
usually soothing sound of the crickets
an easy target on which to vent her rage.
she imagined herself running about,
stomping on them
with comically oversized boots.
however
this image filled her with
a strange sense of guilt
and in an attempt to balance it out
she imagined playing a huge concert
where right at the climax
of their last and greatest song
the leg of a gigantic cricket
crashes through the venue ceiling
and mashes the band into human jelly.
The crowd goes wild.