she lay in the sweat soaked sheets listening to the hum 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 and 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 a gigantic cricket leg pierces through the ceiling and mashes the band into a human jelly. The crowd goes wild.
