insomnia has been a dear acquaintance (unwelcomed, mostly) for the last four years. i’ve finally found some medicine which actually helps me sleep…usually.
this morning at about 3:58, i’m awakened by our wonderful, adorable, fuzzy cats playing with one of my (formerly) beaded (now the beads are scattered all over our bathroom) bracelets. i take care of the mess, and try to go back to bed.
current time: 4:00 am.
about half an hour later, after unsuccessfully attempting to find the place where my dreams await, i feel something tickling my shoulder and my neck. at first, it think it’s probably a pulled thread from our comforter.
until it starts crawling.
without thinking, i reach back and crunch whatever it is in my right hand. i turned on my lamp, even though i really don’t want to see what was violating me so early in the morning.
yes. a spider. probably not a brown recluse like the one shown in exhibit a above, but it was the only brown spider google images would provide me.
so here at 5:13 am, i sit awake on my couch. my cats are asleep. but my pulse is averaging about 105 bpm.
maybe this morning i’ll exercise and get into work early.
we just have crickets at work.
no spiders.
no spiders.
no spiders.
(assumes rocking position with her arms wrapped around her legs and eyes wide open)…