30 May 2012
I thought I would write about my feelings, at this moment in time.
I'm lying. Slowly drifting into the next day on a relaxing ride known as slumber. A reassuring light glimmers through the window, as a late night operation is carried out next door. I wonder what. I wonder? I wonder? My mind's efforts begin to slur as my eyes fall like a leaf from an autumn tree.
A rustle comes from somewhere. I cannot tell where. It's dark. My eyes flinch open. The rustle sounds again, to confirm that it came from inside the room. I roll my head to the right, where a dark patch moves like a menacing premonition of beelzebub's minions.
I swing my hand for the light. The covers on the bed now restrict me like a straight jacket in the Spanish heat. I finally wriggle my hand free from under the covers to my light switch, on the bedside table. The light bursts into life and the spider is revealed in all it's glory. The light offered a perfect shadow of it on the wall, exaggerating every hair on it's brown, lightly patterned back. I grab a slipper, and role out of bed. Heart pace rises. We are both aware of each others presence. It is still. So am I. My arm rises, slipper clutched hard, ready to stain the wall with the bastard's blood. My eye flinches one last time. I swing. Unaffected, it drops down behind a chest of draws. Shit!
Is That A Spider On My Wall • Opuss № I