Spider Dance
Warm and clear water surrounds
your tired body. It feels so light. You relax and close your heavy eyelids. You
feel water gently rippling, and it reminds you of a soft tickling within the
entire body. You think it is because you are relaxed that you don’t feel your
numb body and distant thoughts. It feels like everything knits into a universal
net of harmony.
After some time, you open your
eyes. You scream! You shriek! The small bathroom decorated with yellow tiles is
full of big, black spiders. They are everywhere – in the sink, they fall out of
the tap, crawl out of the toilet. Spiders invade through the bottom of the
bathroom door and ventilation passages. They try to find old unfixed holes,
gaps between your yellow tiles. Spiders knit cobwebs between your dark fluffy
hair and some of them float on the water and others dive in.
The orchestra starts playing polonez. The spiders all dance, you shut your
eyes hoping that when you open them, this nightmare which is mixed with fear
broiling in your blood will disappear. You don’t scream, because you are surrounded by spiders,
they are everywhere and the last place you want them in is your mouth. Your
eyes widen when the orchestra starts playing tango, and the spiders, with their
needle sharp legs are skating on the wet soppy floor. Their black, light bodies
are extremely flexible, they wriggle in strange ways. This makes you sick to
your stomach, as they splash in spidery water. Wherever you look, they flicker
like an enormous ant pile. You are doomed to live here. Little by little your legs and hands turn
into pointy, sharp needles; your hair turns into short bristles covering your
body. You start spitting, not saliva, but threads, which become your entire protection
and home. You are gradually destined to live amongst spiders.
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