A spider glides down from the ceiling and lands on my desk.
I’m afraid, I want to kill this little creature; she dares to suggest the possibility of being able to hurt me. What if she bites me? While I am sitting and writing, lying and sleeping; I won’t share my home with a poisonous animal.
Fear is the strangest thing. It makes us ruin our life and that of others, desperately trying to avoid precisely such ruin. But it’s not the only option.
Without hesitation, she makes her way towards my keyboard, walks straight over it, and hangs herself from the border of the desk, where she remains suspended in the air.
I’m taken aback, I gaze at this little creature; she dares to suggest the possibility of beauty, wonder and compassion. While I am sitting and writing, lying and sleeping, I share my home with an angel.
She poses herself on the ground. A sound outside distracts me. When I look again, she’s gone.