[Doodle courtesy of Wesley Wong]
"You've been drawing spiders a lot lately," he said to her.
She shrugged and swept her pen across the sheet of paper, creating a web of thin lines and broken angles. "I don't know. They've just been on my mind."
In bed that night, he woke and found her turned away from him. The lamp on her nightstand was on and dimly glowing. He peeked over the crest of her shoulder and saw that she had a notebook open and a pencil in her hand. Another spider menaced him from the corner of the page.
"Hey," he whispered, "drawing again?" Her hand kept moving, creating lines on the paper. He glanced at her face and saw that her eyes were closed. And then he saw the first of the spiders crawl out of her ear.
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