There is a spider on my bed.
At a young age I diagnosed myself with arachnophobia, not because I had a fit or fainted anytime I saw a spider, but simply because I didn't like them.
When I say I didn't like them, I mean in a scream-and-run-as-fast-as-possible kind of way... You can imagine why no one wanted to share a room with me.
For some odd reason, I got better with age... In fact, I've gotten to the point where I can almost look at a spider without spazzing out. However, today was not a day for spiders... Possibly because I had just watched "Indiana Jones" and felt like there were tarantulas crawling all over me. So you can imagine my fright when I saw something crawl ominously quickly in my peripheral vision.
Did I mention the lights were off? Yeah. It was almost completely dark.
So I stared, paralyzed, at my computer, trying to convince myself that "it's not a spider... It's not a spider". Mustering up all my courage, I turned my head a sharp two inches to the right.
What do I see?
A spider.
A big, fat, ugly spider crawling with all its might away from me.
Naturally, I used my ninja skills to scream and throw books on top of it. The result? I have no idea.
There is a spider on my bed.
Goodbye, chances of sleep. Goodbye.
Less than three,
~Summer
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