Spider

There was a giant spider crawling up and down the wall of my desk. I made a scary face. It ran under one of my drawings taped to the wall.

I ran to find a weapon.

I came back.

The spider was gone.

I set my Google Talk status to officially freaked out, and then ran to find my mom. I came back.

There was still no spider.

Mom and I searched and then mom went back to bed. I glanced at my desk nervously and then opened a Word doc to write.

A few minutes passed, no more, and something big and black fell off the ceiling and practically hit me in the head.

"AAIIEEEEEE!!!" *pencils, earbuds, and blanket go flying*

...

Now I'm sitting on the couch, watching my desk out of the corner of my eye, paranoid about giant spiders. And it's not even seven in the morning yet.