“Lo let the night be solitary, let no joyful cry be heard in it. Let them curse it who curse the day who are ready to awake the Leviathan.”
– Job 3:8
Two days ago, late-evening Friday, a fierce creature entered my abode. It was a whale-like sea monster and it told me stories of how it could sink ships by swimming around it so quickly that it created whirlpools. It said it could rise out of the water and swallow the sun and that modern media would consider it a crocodile from the Nile.
This beast did not scare me. It could not sense any fear in me what so ever. In fact, it was this beast that was playing the part of the weaker species as it spent the first day hiding underneath my bed, without the comfort of water – its natural habitat.
On the second day, this creature, this Leviathan, would come out and wander slither into the living room, occasionally feasting on dry foods, rinsing its palette with water and using the facilities. Still having much fear for me – the mighty sea hunter (one that would put Captain Ahab to shame), the creature would retire back to the under dwellings of my bed... hoping to strike me during the hours of sleep.
Today, the creature runs around, unscathed by my domain. It eats when ready. It sleeps when it so desires. It comes to me for affection when it remembers her days as a young monster.
This afternoon, I captured the creature with my own hands and have taken a photo of it. I present to you Leviathan (or Levi, for short):
As if Simon needed another reason to hate me...