A shadow caught my attention in the shower this morning. My near-sighted eyes focused on the spot while my head prayed it wasn’t what a suspected it to be—a spider.
Leaning closer—inches separating my face from this foggy image—I realized my fear was coming true. Trapped in a small shower, there was little I could do to move out of its way.
As I lathered, I watched the shadow, now frozen in its place—likely as afraid of me as me of him.
Panic set in as I again realized there was no place to go. No place to hide. My three-and-a-half-foot by three-and-a-half-foot space was more like a jail cell than a shower stall