Today was Saturday. I was watching my Raja B Butterfly and admiring it’s beauty. It was fluttering about. Suddenly I got a whiff of something odd smelling.

Today was Saturday. I was watching my Raja B Butterfly and admiring it’s beauty. It was fluttering about. Suddenly I got a whiff of something odd smelling.
The dream came again last night. It started off the usual way with the rain hitting the window, rolling down and making larger droplets. On cue the power went out. I was sitting in the dark but didn’t really mind. Then total blackness, as if I was blind. Then the eyes appeared. They look so angry. They keep getting closer and closer. Or is it just bigger and bigger? Suddenly I hear screaming. That’s new.
I woke up this morning feeling… Strange. I was too sleepy. Usually when I wake up I feel okay, but now I was kind of dizzy. I looked around the room. My house was bigger. How the hell did Nook manage to do this while I was here?
I was having trouble sleeping. It was early in the morning. Or late at night. Depends on your perspective. Either way it was about 3:00am. Maybe it was from not having a real bed to sleep in or maybe it was from the thoughts of my past running through my head.
It was the third day straight of non-stop rain. I wasn’t complaining. I prefer the rain. I hadn’t even bothered getting an umbrella. Today was Sunday and once again I decided to not bother going to the office. Even if it wasn’t the weekend I would still have nothing to do. My test orchard trees are coming along quite nicely. Hopefully within the next few days they will have fruit.
The rain was pounding on the window. I’d had this dream before. The rain starts and I just sit there staring at the drops on the window. The power goes out and I sit there in darkness. Slowly the stars and moon fade away to nothing and it’s pure black. I see two crazy eyes looking at me, getting closer and closer. Just as they reached me I wake up.
I looked out the window at the day I figured was already going to be bad. I don’t have a bed yet, so I’ve been sleeping on the wooden floor. Not to mention the house is full of junk and there is little room for me to stretch out.
It was 10:30pm by the time my train pulled into the station. I had been sitting there minding my own business when some cat-like creature approached me. He introduced himself as Rover. Strange name for a cat. Maybe his parents were hipsters trying to give him an ironic name. Either way I didn’t ask for his company. He asked me my name. I tried to think of a fake one to give him. I considered to use my go to fake name