Mouse!

I woke up in the dark at 7 am to a little, twittering noise in my room. Immediately, it sprang to mind that nothing would be in my room but a mouse--or a ghost. Either one is a scary prospect, and the first is worse because more probable. Sure enough, I turned on my lamp and saw a little, black mouse perched on top of a huge pile of books next to my bed and staring straight at me. He was in no hurry to go anywhere. I had a nearly empty glass on the nightstand. I dumped the last bit of water into the trashcan and saw that the mouse had jumped onto the armchair. I put the glass over its head and then trapped it with the novel (The Blithedale Romance) that I had fallen asleep reading for class. I ran downstairs as the mouse jumped up against the book and listened to hear if Rachel was awake yet so I could show off my prowess. I ran outside and released the mouse at the fence between our house and the neighbors', in an attempt to be fair. I hope he does not come back, although I am thankful for being so effectively awakened to begin studying again. It's not often that I'm up before eight. I saw that water was sprinkled all over the books where Mr. Mouse had perched, and wondered if he had urinated out of fright. However, I think that it was water from my glass, upon reflection. It's too bad no one was there to share my strange wake-up call.