The Snoring Monster
Max closed her ears with her fingers. Nothing! No difference what so ever. She tried crossing the pillow over her head. That did nothing to help either. The noise still reached her hyperattentive ear drums. So instead she put her fingers in the ears with the pillow cascading over her head and even climb under the bed with the blanket covering her entire body.
No bloody difference!
She got up fro under the wood box and threw the blanket and pillow across the roo hoping that would make the noise stop. Do I even have to say what didnʼt happen? Max screamed and pulled at her hair. Was it too much for one super ultra flying bird girl to ask for one good nights sleep for once? This entire week? Max stomped out to the living room where the extrutiating barbaric noise elevated from.
Max flung the covers off the snoring girl and found her stuffed inside the cusions. Even half buried she still sounded like a broken fire alarm. The tv flashed in the background making Maxʼs eyes hurt. She tried shutting it off while holding a hand to her face but couldnʼt find the switched. She sucked in a breath clicking her tongue. She looked for the remote but it didnʼt reveal itself. Thatʼs when Angel decided to move over to her back and Max could see a black tip pointing out from under her stomach.
Max reached for the remote but as she did Angel flipped back over taking Maxʼs hand along and let out a long ruffled snore right in Maxʼs ear. Max covered the side of her head and drooped her hand over her mouth. She glared at the sleeping form trapping her hand and tried to remember she couldnʼt just flip her off the couch. Her eyes were now a deathly red color from the lack of sleep and she was practically lying on top of Angel. Max thought bitterly to herself why am I the one always in these situations? She let out a breath and felt for the remote.
She could feel the top of the remote on her finger tips and tried to hank it out but before she could Angel let loose a hunkering loud snore and inbetween nearly deafening Max she grabbed her arm and pulled her over herself and Max went flying across the room. Max didnʼt have enough energy to realize she was lying on her back with her feet in the air against the wall to register what just happened. She stared blankly at the back of the couch when she heard Angel mutter, ʻmister teddy youʼre so fluffy.ʼ
Had Max been more awake she would have shown her who was ʻfluffyʼ.
Max flopped to her hands and went in Fangʼs room. She tried to wake him up only to be pulled by the arm then pushed back. ʻfang.ʼ she hissed. She was met with a yawn. Max shrugged her shoulders and gently moved his head to get the clippy stick Fang just so happened to have hiding under hos pillow. Max slowly pushed the clip between Angel. She rocked her head back and yawned. But sleep cae over Max and before she knew it she was falling over the couch and landed on top of Angel. Max bobbed her head back and flexed her wings to soar a few inches over the sleeping beast; but it was too late. She didnʼt dive fast enough when Angel kicked her to the ground and trapped her under her death grip she held on her hand. While in the process Max accidentally smacked into the tv and the plug came out causing the room to go black.
Angel woke the next morning stretching her wings and arms wide. She looked down and made a ʻoh.ʼ
ʻMax?ʼ Fang and Gassy with a waffle hanging out his mouth, looked over her should. ʻMax what are you doing on the floor silly.ʼ Max eyes were a stained glass red. She had slept there all night. No, slept is the wrong word. She had been imprisoned there all night thanks to little miss karate-chop-you-in-my-sleep-to-any-sudden-movement s. Max could only manage a half wink looking glare to the smiling bird kid.