Scooter's Journal, middle of the night, boarding house
Sam snores. He doesn't know it, but he does. And loudly. I'm lying in a rustley sleeping bag under his bed trying to stay as still as possible, so as not to disturb, and...is that a monster? A weird creature? An alien? Nope...it's a deep nosed snore and it's coming from Sam. Did you know eagles snore? They are worse than owls!!!
I sure hope Kermit can get a negotiator in to get Animal out of that spare room...I am desperate for my own space right now. I mean, I had to slowly, slitherly, roll myself and my sleeping bag under Sam's bed to turn on my flashlight and write this in the dark without disturbing him...
I feel like I should be registering something from that club. Something that means a great deal, and that I should have forgotten by now...but...what? It should come back to me, I hope.
Sam!!! Please! Stop snoring!
Maybe I should give up sleep in a bedroom altogether, and just join the bathroom line and drop off somewhere in the hall like Fozzie does...mouth slightly open, leant against stripey wallpaper, slippered feet tripping penguins in the dark.
Oh well, that's life.
Ever tired,
Scoot