Seeing Pink Spiders

Terry knows it’s all in his head. If only he could get some sleep things would go back to normal—probably. The spiders aren’t there. They don’t weave webs in cars in the middle of the winter, and they aren’t crawling all over him. Sleep, that’s what he needs to do, and he will as soon as they stop running up and down his body. They have to stop running up and down his body.

Note: This is a five-minute read.