Spider Dance

I feel a slight touch on my arm and look down and………….it’s a spider Despite the heavy circumstances in my life and a migraine weighing me down I fly to my feet and spin around trying to dislodge the creature that is much more nimble than I am I try leaping as each joint in my body complains, I try flicking it off, but as we are both moving, it evades me and continues to run down my bare arm I rush to the door and fling it open and continue my graceless dance on the porch as the neighborhood begins to wake up for the day, I am pretty sure I am yelling at this point and I feel sweet relief as the eight legged arachnid jumps from me to the porch railing as I sigh and begin to realize where I am and who else is present. I wave to my neighbor and say a chipper “good morning” as my face floods with color and I realize I am acting very odd, but to be honest, who cares? The spider and I are both safe it’s not crawling on me anymore. I sigh and begin my day, hopefully without encountering any more of God’s eight legged creatures.