Terror = Fun
I was watering the plant that sits on my bedroom windowsill. I casually looked over in time to see a spider the size of a 50cent piece (little bit bigger than a JFK one) on his way towards climbing in my window.
While it strikes me now that I’ll essentially never be able to open my window again, the terror I felt as I slammed the window down is the most alive I’ve felt in the last five days.
A small part of my soul has definitely died in the past week. I’m not sure how, but I hope I can get it back.
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