Vampire bats.

My responsibilities swarm above me like bloodthirsty rats with wings.

Overdramatic much?

Yes, probably. But I’m feeling a little overdramatic here.

I don’t do well under pressure and lately all my seemingly tedious responsibilities have begun circling overhead and cawing at me.

My answer to the menace?

I draw up in a tense little ball, tremble like an Aspen leaf and screech in bloody panic.

See? I exist solely in overdramatics.

No wonder few tread my way. Who wants vampire bats pooping on their head?

Until tomorrow…

Chloe