I’d been awake for six days trying to outsmart them. Food was moving across the floor and the patterns of the wallpaper shifted in swirls. I was no longer a man, no longer a human in this sleep deprived state. I looked up through dry eyes that blinked once and scratched at my corneas. I saw a weakness and took my move at last.
I turned the corner and saw the cockroach perched on the other side. Motionless for a moment before it scurried. Its legs twisted the cube frantically in every direction. Only then did I realise I’d waged war with a Rubik’s Roach and it had a point to prove. I had tackled this plastic puzzle for days, never coming close to solving it. Now, this hideous insect skipped across it like Travolta on a multi-coloured dance floor.
Six perfectly coloured sides. The puzzle was solved. The pest dropped and vanished into the wall. I collected every Roach Motel and destroyed them. The cockroaches had a new champion. I was well beaten and succumbed to the insect reign. I waited in the darkness for them to emerge so I could greet them, serve them, for I was now their biggest fan. My eyes closed as I felt the first scratch of legs slice the lips of my cracked smile as they examined their trophy. Soon sleep will devour me and so too will these champions.
And soon they will outsmart us all.