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I forgot to tell y& #39;all. I woke up at 5am because I felt something on my chest. in my half-asleep state, I brushed my hand across my chest and picked up what I thought was my own hair or a fur ball from my dog. I rolled it between my fingers and tossed it away from my bed.
yeeeah
yeeeah
now...I think I& #39;m a person who tries to do good. I& #39;m kind, I& #39;m caring, I love fiercely and I always recycle and reuse as much as I can.
so tell me.
why.
tell me what I did to deserve being woken up at 5 am.
with a spider.
under my blankets.
crawling across my chest.
so tell me.
why.
tell me what I did to deserve being woken up at 5 am.
with a spider.
under my blankets.
crawling across my chest.
like I said, I was half-asleep which is the only explanation I have for why I took a spider and rolled it into a ball with my fingers like it was Play-Doh.
wide awake Dionne would never. wide awake Dionne would rather lose said hand to a tiger before picking up an arachnid.
wide awake Dionne would never. wide awake Dionne would rather lose said hand to a tiger before picking up an arachnid.
right after tossing the "fluff" over the side of the bed, I ran my hand over my chest again and brushed off something pokey. crunchy. and that& #39;s when god said wake up and turn a light on bitch.
so I did. and there on my sheets were
three
black
spider
legs.
so I did. and there on my sheets were
three
black
spider
legs.
I didn& #39;t want to believe it. maybe those were...weird crumbs??? I scoured the floor and sure enough:
a foot away, the crumpled body of a spider.
my worst fear had happened. a spider had been on me as I slept. and half asleep, I picked it up. and killed it. and threw it.
a foot away, the crumpled body of a spider.
my worst fear had happened. a spider had been on me as I slept. and half asleep, I picked it up. and killed it. and threw it.
but it& #39;s 5am. I keep bringing that up bc:
1. a bitch is NEVER up that early so how DARE this spindly-legged hoe wake me up
2. you can& #39;t scream that early in the morning without someone calling the cops so I stared blankly at my bed from the doorway. dead inside...betrayed.
1. a bitch is NEVER up that early so how DARE this spindly-legged hoe wake me up
2. you can& #39;t scream that early in the morning without someone calling the cops so I stared blankly at my bed from the doorway. dead inside...betrayed.
once I accepted the reality of what had happened, I shook out my blankets and checked the walls for more spiders. everything was clear so I got back into bed. I told myself I& #39;d gone 27 years without this happening (to my knowledge...eughhhh) so it probably wouldn& #39;t happen again.
if it does? I& #39;m breaking my lease and moving because I think the fuck not.
