It dangles above while I lay in my bed. It drops lower and lower. It wants to make a nest in my hair. I find three in my bed, their front legs go up in a terrifying challenge. On my arm the eight legs crawl.
Webs crisscross the doorway from my room. I walk through. In the last second i see the spider as big as a house, a breath from my eyes.
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