I was taking a hot shower one day.
I could feel the fatigue being washed away by the hot water.
I could feel my lungs being cleared by the steam that enveloped the whole bathroom.
Then I saw it. A golden spider the size of a dime slowly going down right in front of me.
I stared at it. I was adamant not to be the kind of girl who screams at such a small creature who can’t even nick my skin to show blood.
So I stared at it some more looking for stripes or fangs or whatever. It stared back.
I figured, the first one who blinks will lost but as brave as I thought I was, the spider was braver.
It swung. From its rope made of spider silk that I thought would weaken from the steam. Left and right, it taunted me.
I could crush it, I know. But I wanted to be brave not cruel.
I closed my eyes praying it would go away.
I hummed to the tune of Hey Jude.
When I came to the line “Hey Jude, don’t be afraid…”, I opened my eyes and the spider was gone.
It could be on my head or down the drain or back to where it was hiding in the first place before it ruffled my senses.
It could be anywhere.
I chose to think it was just my imagination.
What we imagine can’t kill us.
But if I see you again, my dear golden, brave spider, remember the line from Hey Jude?
“Hey Jude, don’t be afraid. You were made to go out and get her.”
I will get you next time.