Teeth

I use to have a python named Lucille.
Every night, almost undoubtedly, she would make this little noise that sounded a lot like when you suck on your teeth.
First few times my brother and I heard it, it was a little unsettling. After a while, we just didn't care too much.

Lucille has been dead for about a year. She's buried underneath the butterfly bush in the front yard.

I am sitting at the desk in my room. Typing up this entry.
Listening to the teeth sucking noise.

It makes you feel psychotic. Sometimes, it sounds like it's coming from the corner, other times, behind you, next time, right in front of you.

It's above me right now.

I don't know what it is.

In the meantime, cheers.