Thursday, July 3, 2014

Bad Day

Nothing could release my grip on the hairbrush clutched in my hand.
"Stay back!" I warned.
The spider crawled closer.
"Ahhhhgg!" I jumped over the couch. 
"What in the world is going on?" James called through the door.
"It's attacking me!" I responded, balancing on the cushions. "Whoa!" I swayed then ungracefully fell into a heap.
"You look like you've had a tough day." James remarked noting at my dishelved hair, and oversized t-shirt.
"You have no idea." I responded.
His eyes crinkled just a little around the edges when he smiled, "Well I have something that will make it better."


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