Essay About Day End And Big Fat Spider

When Will This Day End ?!
Essay Preview: When Will This Day End ?!
Report this essay
Some times I find myself powerless to control what goes on in my day. Like one of those weird days that I woke up and everything started happening all by itself. As I opened my eyes, there was one big fat spider hanging right before my eyesight, looking at me with all eight eyes, and as if ironically going to say, “Hey, Sleeping Beauty, its one oclock p.m. – so early for dinner, and so late for lunch.” I feel like I want to smash my uninvited guest between the palms of my hands, but one hand – the left, is totally numb, and I can feel one hundred pins dancing rumba on it. Right after before the music faded away completely, and the unpleasant numb feeling caused by fresh arterial blood disappeared, I took one leg at a time out of the bed, only to find that one of my sleepers was missing. Tapping with my bare foot on the African mahogany wood floor, one stroke a second, I looked ahead through the window, one wing open, one wing closed, and said to myself, “One one spider staring at me, one hand completely numb, one leg after the other, one sleeper on the floor, one sleeper missing, one window wing open, one wing closed. What did I do to One? Why is One chasing me today?” Then I decided that I was putting my imagination to work too early at one oclock p.m., but then I saw outside through the window one one-eyed puppy biting on one missing sleeper embroidered with the number one on it, the same one my one bare foot hoped to step in one minute ago. I instantly stood up and the only thought that ran through my mind was, “Son of a … This day is ribbed, this day is fixed, this day is one big dream and if I had one wish it would be to wake up one more time …”