I overslept. Not unusual for me considering the time I regularly go to bed. 2 in the morning, 3 in the morning, on the weekends it can go up to 7 in the morning. I should fix it but I never bother to. I do my usual routine but twice as fast and in a panic. I make my way to the bus stop and as I’m barely 2 minutes away, I can see my bus drive by. I want to die.
“Okay.” I grumble and pull out my phone.
I go on the MTA website to check the bus tracker. The next bus will arrive in 15 minutes. God. I want to die. I’m too lazy to stand so I sit on the ground for the time being. I browse my phone for about 5 minutes until I feel something tickling my leg. Slowly, I move my phone away from my face and look at the spot where I felt movement.
A spider.
God, I want to die.
Bad days make good writing. Nice job.
Sorry about the arachnid.
Ok..that’s nightmare fuel! Nope nope nope nope!!
Sounds like the start of a horror movie.