Before Children (BC), I used to be the soundest sleeper. I lived with 7 other girls in a house during my first year of college. One night, there was a peeping tom at one of the basement windows. Everyone freaked out! They called the cops, the cops came with sirens blaring, it was quite the event. Or so I’m told. I slept through the whole damn thing!
Now I wake up when the furnace kicks on. I wake up if our window is open and a child cries in the neighbourhood. I wake up if my son, who sleeps in the basement bedroom, rolls over and bumps into the wall.
Last night, something woke me up. I have no idea what it was. It could have been anything, it could have been someone down the road, coughing. It doesn’t really matter why I woke up, though.
I rolled over and looked at the clock. I noticed something moving on the wall, just past the clock. It was a spider the size of my fist. I froze. I really hate spiders. I watched it crawl up the wall along side the curtain. It stopped for a moment, next to the big knobby thing at the end of our curtain rod. I was torn. Should I turn on the light to kill the beast? What if I turned on the light and the giant spider jumped at me? There was no way I was going to get back to sleep with the mother of all spiders creeping around my room.
I slowly reached over, grabbed my glasses, and slid them onto my face.
The spider disappeared completely.
Have I ever mentioned that I’m pretty much blind without my glasses?