I nod and am just about to fall asleep when Halee bursts in, scaring the sh*t out of me. I hit my arm on the coffe table and swear, my torso hitting the arm of the couch as I fall off it.
I just lie there for a moment, blinking, "Um...I'm trying not to cry right now..." I take a deep breath before sitting up, wincing at the soreness combining with the burning in my torso, "What Hales?"
"Hungry," She says, arms crossing.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Daddy Long Legs are more closely related to crabs than spiders and somehow the idea of crablike creatures with spider legs that have escaped the entrappings of the primordial sea and now crawl over land and can walk up and down walls and ceilings creeps me more than I can adequately describe. — Snoink
