Content warning: spider mention

A single long cobweb hung from the ceiling where I’d lowered myself down at your side. It swayed in a breeze blowing through the door you’d left open in your haste to flee. My cobweb reached almost to the tuffet where you’d sat, but didn’t quite reach.

You’d knocked me flying when you’d jumped up.

Dizzy, I righted myself next to your spilled bowl of whey. I hadn’t wanted you or your food. Just to reach the floor, where my food lived.

Uncertain whether you were the type to return with a broom, I scuttled away to the nearest baseboard.

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