I roll onto my back this morning to see a spider of medium size crawling across my ceiling. Fear naturally clinged to me. Deep breath. I was still only half awake, so I rolled over and tried to ignore it. This failed. So I turned again. Only now, it’s gone. It’s fallen. Somewhere. On me.
I exhaled my nagging arachnophobia, and tried to remember: It was just a spider…
This didn’t work either. Adrenaline rushed. A rather hasty morning retreated from the warmth of my covers. Battle ensued– Roy versus Spider…(man)

So begins my day. How typical.