I’m terrified of snakes. There is a big yellow snake named Henry who lives inside my body, and he hates me because he tries to make me eat dead animals and I don’t eat them because that’s gross, but he’s so damn mean to me.
There is another snake, a “real” snake who doesn’t have a name outside my house on the stoop, curled up, partially under the side of the house. My roommate warned me about it so I wouldn’t get scared, but I went out to see how big it was, and it’s not big, but it’s really long, and it’s really scary. It’s watching over the house so i can’t leave so the Bad Men can come get me and kill me.
Even if the Bad Men don’t come, I have to go to work at 4:00, and I can’t leave if the snake is keeping me trapped in the house. I’m scared.