SO I'VE GOT
So I’ve got ginorm wings above my bed, like Nic Cage in City of Angels kinda size ‘cause I’m a night owl. But that’s not what we’re here to look at. Were I to fall asleep this very, this is the view from which I spy a darkly lump lurking in the crease of where the wall meets the ceiling. I can’t seem to stop staring, seeking evidence of the slightest movement. A creep of a crawly. I’m a c(o)upla hours a(w)ay from s(l)eep still, but I’m dreading an arachnid standoff of some sort in the wee hours of morn.