I heard a knock on my door the next morning. “Go away!” I shouted.
“Honey.” It was my mother. “You have a visiter.”
“I don’t want them. Tell them to go away!” The door sqeaked open and I heard footsteps. I say no so she lets them in anyway. Gotta love mom. They layed down next to me on the bed. If I turned my head and opened my eyes I could see my mysterious visiter. I kinda didn’t want too but I knew I had too. I turned my head and slowly opened my eyes.

I wasn’t prepared at all for who I saw.

So I laughed.