A Poem

Had this dream years ago...woke up not sure if it was real or not.  The dream, along with this poem I wrote the day after, have been with me since.  

The Spider

It was big...

It was black...

It had hair all down it's back.

It had big eyes...

That were beady and red...

Thought for sure that I was dead.

It didn't move...
I didn't blink...
I was so scared, I couldn't think.

My heart was pounding...
loud and fast...
fearing every breath would be my last.

And then it moved...
creepy and slow...
those beady red eyes, continuing to glow.

I screamed out loud...
loud enough to wake the dead...
woke up to find, it was a dream in my head.

I woke up so scared from this dream, I had to check every corner of the room for the big bastard that I thought for sure had been sitting on my chest.  Slept with the light on for a week!!!  There is still a part of me that believes it was no dream!!!