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Where Did the Spider Go?

A short story written at 11 PM while in bed

I saw you peek out from the blinds when I turned the bedside table lamp on, but no sooner than you appeared did you disappear, which puts me in a bit of a quagmire because having seen you before I go to bed means I will surely dream of spiders crawling all over my body while I sleep.