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.