Some days...
I sit and observe the albino spider scurry across my cream colored wall. Up, down all around he crawls in spiraling circles. If only his feet had been dipped in colorful paint, what a lovely design he would create on my dull, bare slab of plaster. Eventually he settles for the safe haven of picture frames behind a photograph of cracking stares. I stand up and listen to the swirl swish of water, saddened my little friend has left me. I then turn off the sink and leave the bathroom.