A wish.
Dear Santa,
Tonight,
A June beetle flew at my face.
I thought this only happens at uni.
Every night at least one will come inside my dorm room.
Then proceed to say hi.
By giving me a back hug.
Or giving my hair a massage.
Or hide under my bed,buzz and keep me stay wide awake.
Every single night.
So why is it here tonight at home?
Coincidence?
Please Santa,
Don't let them follow me anymore.
Love,
Worrywart-person.
Merry Christmas!