Tuesday, October 8, 2013


My right leg bursts with pain, waking me abruptly. Unprepared for the tenderness I scream as I my attempt to roll out of bed places too much pressure on it. I land in a less than graceful heap on the floor.
Alone through misanthropic choice I have no one to call out to. I prop myself against the night stand and reach for the phone. It is only when I attempt to dial 911 that I realize my fingers are stiff and swollen. Eventually, I reach the operator and muster a whispered plea for help.
Overcome with dizziness I lay down on the floor. I focus on breathing and attempt to relax until I see it. In the corner of the room above my bed were several small silken havens overflowing with a tide of tiny brown spiders.

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