I can't find you...

Dear the Mosquitoes who live in my room,

Where the hell are you hiding. I'm 100% certain that you are no longer there until I can hear you when the lights are turned off.

So where the hell are you hiding?

I'd like to think I know my room alright, but you are repeatedly making me doubt myself.

And for that I say fuck you.

Also how do you get to my face so fast when I turn out the lights.

Yours,

Dru