The Spider
There’s a spider on my ceiling.
Every night when I’m trying to rest, I see it crawling on my ceiling.
It’s such a disgusting thing.
I never thought I’d have SPIDERS in my room!
It walks across the ceiling, creeping me out.
I don’t want to look at it, but now it’s there, I just can’t stop thinking about it.
I try to lay my head on my pillow and have a sweet dream.
But even though I’m trying to think of nice things, in the back of my head, all I can think is...
That damn spider.
I just can’t ignore it anymore, it scares me too much, with its creepy-crawly legs.
I take a book and I squash it.
It’s so relieving.
It won’t crawl and scare me anymore.
But as soon as I take the book away and look at the squashed remains of the bug, I feel...guilty.
Look what I’ve done!
Nobody will love me if they know there’s dead spiders in my room!
I bury my head into my pillow, crying.
I try to forgive myself after a while.
I sit back up, and I assure myself I won’t hurt them any more.
I blink.
There’s more spiders on my ceiling.