So, just like any other Christmas Eve. I couldn't sleep, I tossed and turned and the sand man never came. Not because I was excited for Santa/presents but I simply could not sleep. There was a rapid wind all day and at night it got worse. I could hear the wind outside and occasionally it threw things at my window.

As I was lying in bed, trying to sleep, I herd a scratching noise in my ceiling. For those of you who don't know, I have a hole in my ceiling from 5 years ago Christmas day, my ceiling caved in and collapsed, causing the hole. My parents thought it was too much of a bother, so they just covered it up with trash bags. I have had two birds and a bat come into my room and fly around waking me from sleep. There is another hole in the side of the house by the drainage pipe, and it has been reported that small animals have gotten into the attic/crawl space, and flown/ scurried around up there. So I figured that something got in and was scratching at the ceiling above my head.

I beat on the wall and yelled 'knock it off.' It was five Am and I was cranky that I hadn't slept. Well I had made the thing mad that I had yelled at it, because it grawled at me.It was a Racoon. I was sure of it. So I took my pillow and flipped to the other side of the bed so I could see if it got threw.
Then it started running around the attic and before I knew it the trash bags covering the hole were moving as the coon put its weight on them.

I didn't want to be in the room when the coon got threw the barrier and decided to attack me and I sure as hell didn't want to sleep with it running around my room, so I picked up my stuff and headed into the bathroom. I set towels down and a blanket on top, hopped in and snuggled up to another blanket and my pillow.

Now, I have this weird phobia. I am afraid of someone watching me sleep, and sleeping on a first floor, alone, near a window or exit door. My living room has both of those. So I didn't sleep on the couch in the living room because of that phobia.

My dad woke up at 7, and went into the bathroom for his morning duties. He saw the shower curtain was pulled over more then it usually is so he pulled it open and 'Merry Christmas' there I was, sleeping in the bath tub. "What are you doing in the tub?" He asked me. I had woken up when he moved the blanket from my face.(also another weird thing I do. I cover my face when I sleep. I've done it since I was a baby.)
"Well, I was sleeping." I told him.
"Why are you sleeping in the bath tub."
"Cuz I didn't want to get eated!"
"Eated? by what?"
"There's a raccoon in my room, and I didn't want it to get me."
"So you slept in the tub? That couldn't have been comfortable." *rubbing back* "It wasn't"
*Why not the couch?"
"Cuz some bergler could have got me threw a a window or the front door."
"The doors locked."
"They could still get in threw the window."
My dad shook his head and opened my bedroom door. "There's nothing in here."
"That's because it herd I was sleeping in the bath tub."
"Go and see when your moms getting up."

So there you have it, it might have been just my imagination (probably was) but it made a good story so 'Merry (late) Christmas everybody!