I don't believe in fairies, Gentlemen, indeed, I do not. I hate the fucking things.

> one day, couple of months ago, go to sleep
> doze happily off
> middle of dark night wake to warm and wet feeling on chest
> everything soaking wet
> nothing to be seen, though suspecting )*#%#@ cat
> disgruntledly change into dry sleepwear, change bedstuff and go back to sleep
> wonder still while dozing off again whether i knocked over water glass near bed or shit
> next days pass, i forget incident
> some days, i sleep daytime, cats go pissy around noon cause they want food, but i want sleep, so bedroom door is closed
> sleep happily away with sun shining through the blinds, a last memory before zZz takes over
> I wake again, soaked wet
> A small naked figure over me, not larger than a hand perhaps, dribbling wet down the little legs
> I am still half certain this must be la-la-land of dreams and flying nautiluses. No. I jump up, try and catch the little thing
> Get tangled in wet bedstuff, failing, and it flies of, grins like a sick Tinkerbell on PCP
> Fall flat onto my face as I step out of bed, onto slippery floor, little bitch flies off, guess I catch a glimpse of wings as I land painfully on the ground, heavy thud rings through my jawbone
> Can't see the little shit anymore, decide to roaring voice of an angry, maddened, sleep-deprived ninja, open the door
> Slip once more on wet ground as I enter hallway
> Cat sits shit-scared, soaked wet in corner, shivering, purring itself to calmness or whatever
> I rush downstairs, flip on all lightswitches and grab something heavy
> Search all rooms
> Nothing
> Since that day my water tap in the kitchen began dribbling and dripping, tiny drop after drop. Every fucking day. Nonstop. Doesn't stop despite all fixes. I hate it. Cat hates it. Feeling scared for the day it stops dripping.
> What the unholiest of fucks was that thing?

I don't believe in fairies. I hate the fucking things.