It's so difficult to concentrate, but I try to focus on my hands. I have them cupped and am moving one hand on top of the other. While I am containing something, I can feel it moving. I am unsure of what it is. I think to myself: "What am I doing? Is this something I need?"
I look over and see Hope although everything where she is seems blurry, almost like there is a triple filter on it. I see Hope's long legs on top of the puffy, soft white cotton duvets. Her slender feet are hanging off the side of the bed. I cannot see her face.
"Don't let it get away!" Looking down, I move my right hand to act as a dome to my left hand. I see it now. Its legs, body, fangs are covered in tan fur, spiky to the touch, large black eyes. It looks me straight in the eye, rears back and pounces on the inside of my palm, sinking-or trying to sink its fangs into my hand. The fangs are furry, too. It looks shocked that its fangs didn't sink into my skin. It tries again. Watching this large spider, I am not afraid. It continues to try to bite me, but I tell him that it is no use.
I turn to Hope and begin talking with her. What she and I discuss is not clear, but I do know we are focused on catching up and talking about school. I am so proud of all her hard work.
As she fades into the background, I look back at this humongous spider with his tan fur and dark black eyes. "You're not going anywhere."
Oh my! This was SOOOOO vivid! I actually read almost to the end thinking it was real...horrified!...then, I went back up to reread, thinking that I must have missed something--hmm...the title! Awesome writing. This would make a great mentor text for kids!!!
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