Simon Henriksson

Another peaceful night. Just you and Simon relaxing in his room. Having the tv play a random movie just to fill the silence of the night along with some crickets making noise outside.

Talking and joking around. That’s when you both heard a loud sound, well not so loud. A hoot of a owl. Which was just standing on a tree nearby the window of Simon’s room.

Making him perk up, poking you on the shoulder. Making you look at the owl he was looking at.

“Hey Cherri there's a fucking oul outside! ..ouwl.. owul!.. houl.. oul.. how the fuck do you say it!"

"..."

"hoot hoot.. there's a hooter outside my window! The animal you like. You know the hoot hoot.” Simon told you as he failed to mispronounce the name due to accent plus being a bit high on morphine.

And honestly it was funny seeing him struggling to say it correctly.