FEAR

This is a really weird post for me, but since I am still wide awake, I thought I would write about what happened to me last night. It is one of the freakiest things that's ever happened to me. And maybe you had to be there, but I still can't sleep because of it. Last night, Alejandro went to bed, and I was in the bed with him, reading. The light was still on and I was on my stomach, facing the top of the bed. All of a sudden, I saw something black: it was a spider crawling down the wall towards the floor. I screamed so loud and jumped out of the bed, waking up Alejandro. He was kind of mad, as you can imagine, because I jerked him out of sleep. I told him where the spider had gone. He moved the bed (I was by the closet now, totally freaked out) and killed the spider, apparently. My heart was seriously racing so fast -- adrenaline. Anyway, Alejandro went back to bed and I went back to my same position to read again, this time turning off the light and using my little reading light. About ten minutes went by, and I was into my book. You know when you are just thinking about what you're reading, and you're really into it. Then all of a sudden, another spider CRAWLS ACROSS MY BOOK. This time I scream, slam/throw my book five feet into the bathroom. I mean, come on I was READING and all of a sudden the spider that's supposed to be dead, or it's brother crawls right where I am reading. Alejandro now is woken up and tries to check to see where the spider is now (I am not sure if he killed it the first time) but by now my heart won't stop beating fast. I keep on getting the willies and shivers (literally) and I don't want to go back into the bed. Alejandro looks in the bathroom and can't find it. I go into the bathroom and wiggle my book and can't see it. Then I pick the book back up and sit on my bed. I open up to where I was reading and I scream again. The spider is dead between the pages. It's official: I can't sleep. I went into the living room to settle down and watched T.V. for an hour and a half. Then I try to sleep in the living room, but it's too hot. So I go back into the bedroom to see if I can sleep. I did that thing where you are kind of dreaming, but not really sleeping-thing. Now I am here, 5 hours later, still awake. I can't sleep, I keep on dreaming of spiders crawling over my face and going up my nose (have you seen Arcanaphopia??). Needless to say, I think I have a serious fear of spiders.

P.S. This spider wasn't a wimpy, small spider, either. It was black, meaty in the middle, and medium-sized.

P.S.S. Do you feel something tickling your neck or your arm? Make sure it's not a spider!