The Night

home, Berlin

Terrified, I noticed an enormous furry brown spider suspended over the foot of my bed, clinging to a thread that descended from a web right over the bolster. “ No, no, I cried, “I can´t possibly spend the night with a threat like that over my head, kill it, kill it” – though the idea of killing it myself, whether in a dream or awake, totally revolted me. At that moment I dreamed that I woke up, but actually my dream continued...

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