Have not made the correct sacrifices to Morpheus

Where is my sleeping? I cannot find it. I am running on the barest minimum of dreams, and many of them are no good, like the one in which a fluffy red-and-black spider with about a 3-foot diameter was hanging upside down from the ceiling next to my bed.

“Don’t worry,” the friendly voice said in my dream. “It won’t hurt you. But it will climb down and cross the bed once you’re asleep.”

So in my sleep, I was … terrified to go to sleep.

I don’t even mind spiders. But come on.

1 Comment

ElisaApril 29th, 2014 at 4:27 pm

That seems Machiavellian in its cruelty.

Wishing you restful sleep.

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