In life, there are battles we must brave everyday. Stand up to your fears.
After jumping out of bed at 2:30 in the morning screaming about spiders being under my pillows and blankets and frightening my poor roommate who had been enjoying one of those special, sensual dreams, I decided to calm down by taking a nice relaxing hot shower. The temperature was just right. The steam rose off my glistening soft skin in voluptuous clouds. I began shaving my legs, trying to get every last hair. They have to be perfectly smooth daily. You never know who's going to want a stroke and after all, tomorrow begins another exciting weekend. As I headed further downward, with a fresh blade on my big toes, I titled my head up to have the almost fiery water rinse away the white creamy soap residue off my dirty face and mouth. That's when I saw it.
Dancing its way down the patterned shower curtain the arachnid threatened me like an angered bull in the ring. I was the matador. My exposed flesh; the red cloth provocation, taunting. Though no bigger than a dime, I could see the power emanating off its 8 legged body in clouds not unlike the beautiful steam. I had never been challenged like this before. I had to do something fast. My heart was pounding. It was all I could hear. Not only did I have to save myself, but my entire suite, my friends who sleeping soundly in their beds hugging their pillows lost in fantasy worlds, were in danger. I was left no choice.
In one swift motion, I shook my waterlogged head showering the creature with a thousand drops. It was stunned briefly. Forgetting my nudity, I ran into the bathroom looking for a tissue or toilet paper, anything to catch the spider with before it caught me. Time was running out. My attempts to grab TP off the cheap, stolen roll, were in vain because my hands just soaked each piece. Thus, I was forced to grab a used sanitary napkin from the trash next to our toilet. The back of it though covered in underwear lint was still sticky enough so dashing back into the shower I smashed it up against the spider who in all its fury couldn't move one leg and said "Now who's in the web?" The spider, broke its neck a little later in too hard an attempt to free itself. I got back in the shower and continued shaving, moving to my little toes. My suite mates slept on through the night and the days grew ever brighter.
I feel like I could conquer anything now.
Dancing its way down the patterned shower curtain the arachnid threatened me like an angered bull in the ring. I was the matador. My exposed flesh; the red cloth provocation, taunting. Though no bigger than a dime, I could see the power emanating off its 8 legged body in clouds not unlike the beautiful steam. I had never been challenged like this before. I had to do something fast. My heart was pounding. It was all I could hear. Not only did I have to save myself, but my entire suite, my friends who sleeping soundly in their beds hugging their pillows lost in fantasy worlds, were in danger. I was left no choice.
In one swift motion, I shook my waterlogged head showering the creature with a thousand drops. It was stunned briefly. Forgetting my nudity, I ran into the bathroom looking for a tissue or toilet paper, anything to catch the spider with before it caught me. Time was running out. My attempts to grab TP off the cheap, stolen roll, were in vain because my hands just soaked each piece. Thus, I was forced to grab a used sanitary napkin from the trash next to our toilet. The back of it though covered in underwear lint was still sticky enough so dashing back into the shower I smashed it up against the spider who in all its fury couldn't move one leg and said "Now who's in the web?" The spider, broke its neck a little later in too hard an attempt to free itself. I got back in the shower and continued shaving, moving to my little toes. My suite mates slept on through the night and the days grew ever brighter.
I feel like I could conquer anything now.