You Can't Call Me Paranoid Anymore Now That It's Actually Happened
So last night, The Brain and I were laying in bed snuggled up and barely drifting off to sleep, when I felt a light tickle on my arm. It sort of sleepily occurred to me that one of us had let our arm hair get a little long, or something, but no biggie right? Until I felt the tickle again, and it occurred to me that my arm was not actually in contact with his arm, AND THERE WAS SOMETHING TICKLING MY ARM.
As I felt that thought come together in my head, I screamed something unintelligible and the next thing I knew I was standing across the room by the wall, brushing my arm repeatedly, and asking
"is it???? IS IT????"
The Brain - knowing that I have feared exactly this situation for -well at least the 25 years he has known me - - searched the recently vacated sheets, and found
And also I think he knew that he would never get back to sleep if he said aloud the phrase "Yes, there was a spider in our bed" or anything like unto it.
Anyway, being the true hero he is, he actually killed that
After which he turned on the lights, and patiently shook out every sheet and blanket in an attempt to demonstrate that it really might be possible to actually get back into that same bed with those same sheets and think about going back to sleep. And he almost had me, too.
Until he looked up to check the ceiling.
Which gave my paranoia a whole new level.
It's a good thing he loves me. It was a long night.