Holey Spider, Man!

We were deep in the hole. So deep that we didn’t know how we’d ever get out. So deep that it was hard to see the light of day.

There were five of us in that deep hole. Sarah, the artist; Bo, the gymnast; Vern, the soldier; Amy, the kindergarten teacher; and Zdenka, the fortune teller. We were strangers, only learning each other's details through conversations in the dark. None of us knew how we got there

anyways. Looks like we were destined to rot in this hole until Bo the gymnast leapt up, alternating between walls, and made it out of the well. We never saw from her again. Zdenka the fortune teller predicted that we will die here. Well thanks for nothing, Zdenka — Anything else?

"And how did that make you feel?" the therapist says with her pen dotting the air. At this point, I start to feel my cheeks burn. "No, no! You're asking all the wrong questions!" "Well, what do you want me to ask you?" I bite my lip. "What was down there, in the well with us."

My head gravitated towards the floor, sinking in with all that I felt. It was then that I felt her move slightly away. Was she taken aback? Shocked into disbelief? I'd rather not look at her face. The click of a pen and the paper landed on the table with a soft thud. "There's-"

“a spider in your hair.” She said, then brushed it away. “Your confession, while unusual, is not the weirdest I’ve heard today. Did you know Kurt from account thinks he’s a frog?” I had never been so relieved to hear such a strange fact. It appears I had found acceptance at last.