Laying in bed and listening to music, I noticed a spider moving amongst the crackle of my popcorn ceiling. My first attempt at smushing it failed and it fell onto my bed where I trapped it under a glass. I lost it once because of the softness of the mattress before edging it off the bed onto my English journal. For a moment, time seemed to stop as I balanced the trapped spider with one hand to open the door with the other. From there, I went and set it, glass and all, in the bathroom where I intend to ignore it from now until such time that I really need that journal.
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