Was that a spider? Could you see? They always come after me.
When I was a child and going to sleep spiders would cover me head to feet.
Scared and frozen I’d close my eyes but could still see them falling from the sky.
Tap, tap, tap what was that sound beating unceasingly?
Not my heart and not my feet but the spiders as they wrapped their web about me.
Tighter, tighter it swirled around until I was a mummy they captured me.
Frozen no longer I’d scream and shout but nary a peep could be heard without.
Kicking and scratching I’d rip through the web only to see it grow back again.
Finally, wet eyes closed; defeated and forlorn I’d fall asleep until the morn.