I woke up this morning with a mouse in my bed. A mouse isn’t something I want in my bedroom, especially not in my bed. Granted, it was already dead, and that is preferable to it being alive and running around. I’m assuming it was already dead when it ended up under the covers. And at least it wasn’t right next to me. Still, I will be changing my sheets today.
So where had this mouse come from? Were there a colony of them living underneath my huge bed, and this one had left his friends and family to venture out? Had he been scared out of hiding by the approach of one of my lazy cats? Or had he decided he wanted to venture out on his own away from his family and make his own way in life? Whatever the reason was for him venturing out, he had ended up in my bad.
I do have a very comfortable bed, and it is rather large so there was plenty of room for him to join me there. My California king bed started its life as a waterbed. It isn’t a waterbed any longer though. Its wooden-railed sides contain a very thick and super comfortable Sienna memory foam mattress, one that expanded in record time almost trapping me and my husband inside the room. Maybe the mouse wanted to experience the pleasure of sleeping on my awesome mattress?
Piper, my dog, has been fixated on the corner of my living room by my couch. But none of my six indoor cats had been paying any special attention to that area of the house at all. Maybe they’re no longer interested in the little furry creatures if they don’t happen to be right in front of their noses? And now that a dead mouse has been found, Piper is no longer fixated on the corner in the living room by my couch.
When I first climbed out of bed, Piper stayed curled up down at the bottom. Nothing wrong with that, but I did wish she had slept closer to me as she normally does. When she got up though, in the morning twilight, it looked to me as though she had really drooled on the bed. No matter. I would clean it up later, but first, I had to go to the bathroom and get some coffee.
When I went back in the room later to clean up the drool spot, I saw that it wasn’t drool. Okay, the drool I thought Piper had left did have the outline of a mouse, but I thought that was just my morning eyes that hadn’t seen much of anything yet fooling me. But no, my eyes had been seeing things just right. It was a dead mouse. Piper must have gotten up sometime in the middle of the night, found the mouse (which was probably alive at the time), killed it, and brought her trophy to bed with her. At least she didn’t put its little dead body right next to me. Waking up and finding a mouse in bed with you is bad enough. But If I had opened my eyes and found the mouse right next to me, well . . .
I’m not scared of mice by any means. I do live away from the city and my house is surrounded by woods. Just this morning while I was outside feeding my one outdoor cat, I happened to look up just in time to see a deer wander by on the outskirts of the woods. So I am used to mice.
Maybe this mouse was a reaction to a previous mouse that I had found in an unusual place in my house, a mouse that I had found underneath a rug in my dining room.
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They did resemble each other a lot, but each mouse, maybe except for color, does pretty much look like any other mouse. I wanted to dispose of this mouse as quickly as possible, so I never even thought of taking a picture of it.
Writing Prompts
So that is how my day began. What about you? What would you do if you woke to discover you were sharing your bed with a dead mouse? More writing prompts can be found in the second paragraph of this article. Happy writing!
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