I had a ckicket living on my bathroom
Alone at home. I am more aware of the noises. It was a night, and I went to the bathroom, and I saw him. He didn't run away, he only kept quiet. Apparently, he was not afraid of me. The next morning, he was there, at the shower. I didn't want him to die, and I made it all possible to move him out there. I could enjoy his presence and his singing for over a week. I was careful to don't hurt him every time I took a shower. I had a cricket living in my bathroom. I felt special because he chose me. Maybe he didn't choose me, but I wanted to think it did. I had a cricket living in my bathroom, and I felt special. He was my little friend. When I felt like I had nothing, a little singing creature made my week.