 | 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. |
Shampooing proved more difficult. As the soap rinsed from my hair, I closed my eyes for a few seconds. YES. SECONDS. But as my eyes reopened and I refocused on the area where the grayed spot shadowed the bright white tile, I realized my newly found friend (or enemy) was gone.
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
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
I envisioned the blood splattered walls my husband would find—you know—after this creature killed me. I mean… what did I expect? The house was quiet and still. It was pre-dawn, after all. I had awoken early—earlier than normal—and opted to shower.
What other soul IN THEIR RIGHT MIND would be up and moving around at this time? No one. My mastiff didn’t even raise his head when I stepped into the bathroom to face my demon in my shower from hell.
Huh.
Finally, eyeballing the spider’s whereabouts at a much higher level, I quickly conditioned my hair. Despite the danger I was in, shampooed hair without conditioner would put me in a far worse predicament than I was currently in.
Seconds later, my attacker had changed course.
The spider was on a fast clip now. Moving in different directions leaving me in fear again, now faced with my next move. With no stopping him in sight, I chose not to shave my legs. Yes. I said that. Now my choice of clothing for the day would be affected. I’d have to reselect my attire which could ultimately determine whether I have a good day, or a not-so-good one. Great.
And yes, the spider was still on the loose.
Grabbing a towel, I attempted drying, while watching the beast out of the corner of my eye.
In the end, I won. My sudden movement scared the intruder into a frozen state—at least temporarily. Once free from my tomb and wrapped in a towel, I could face him head on with tissue in hand.
It was over in seconds.
No one intrudes on my shower and lives to tell about it.
What other soul IN THEIR RIGHT MIND would be up and moving around at this time? No one. My mastiff didn’t even raise his head when I stepped into the bathroom to face my demon in my shower from hell.
Huh.
Finally, eyeballing the spider’s whereabouts at a much higher level, I quickly conditioned my hair. Despite the danger I was in, shampooed hair without conditioner would put me in a far worse predicament than I was currently in.
Seconds later, my attacker had changed course.
The spider was on a fast clip now. Moving in different directions leaving me in fear again, now faced with my next move. With no stopping him in sight, I chose not to shave my legs. Yes. I said that. Now my choice of clothing for the day would be affected. I’d have to reselect my attire which could ultimately determine whether I have a good day, or a not-so-good one. Great.
And yes, the spider was still on the loose.
Grabbing a towel, I attempted drying, while watching the beast out of the corner of my eye.
In the end, I won. My sudden movement scared the intruder into a frozen state—at least temporarily. Once free from my tomb and wrapped in a towel, I could face him head on with tissue in hand.
It was over in seconds.
No one intrudes on my shower and lives to tell about it.
Sandy Goldsworthy is a YA author of The Afterword Saga. A graduate from the University of Wisconsin-Oshkosh, Sandy spends her days managing corporate client programs, and her nights and weekends drafting new plot lines for paranormal stories. She is the mother of two children and resides in southeastern Wisconsin with her husband and energetic puppy. For more information, visit her website, www.SandyGoldsworthy.com.
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