Squish

The night was dark and moonless,
I had to climb out of bed,
I needed to go to the toilet,
So in that direction I sped.
Now, I'm phobic of cockroaches,
I shiver when they're near,
Touching one of the creatures is
My deepest, darkest fear.
Anyway, I travelled to the toilet,
In a kind of dream,
When I woke the whole house with
A loud and terrified scream.
The family came running then,
Their faces masks of fright,
One had the presence of mind to,
Quickly turn on the light.
"I've just steeped on a cockroach!"
I screamed with through agony,
But then to my surprise and horror,
They all laughed at me.
I shook with the remnants of adrenaline,
The looked past my nose,
Only to see that the cockroach,
Was just a grape between my toes.

I am phobic of cockroaches, but this didn't happen. I had stepped on one of the many toys and their components that live in our carpet and thought of the times that I've stepped on them when half asleep. Confusing the toy with something else seemed like a good idea and for me the cockroach was the logical choice.