spiders

Drops of water fall on my head from the dark old crack in the ceiling. I lay there restless, counting the spiders. I watch as they catch their feast. I wonder how the life of a spider can seem so simple. Here I am lying on a hard wet floor.Why can’t my life be simple? Can I just get up and leave this cold wet place for a new beginning. I crawl up from the floor and sit on a wooden box I use for my collection. I sit for a moment in the silence.I can hear nothing but the sound of the water dripping from the ceiling. I then decide that I am going to be a spider, I am going to be simple. I slip my feet into my shoes and tighten the laces. I stand up, take my coat and the ten dollars I had from the day before. I grab my pack and before I knew it I was already walking with my thumb out and my head held high. An old farm truck rolled by and the man driving singled me to jump in the truck bed.I walked up and climbed in to find another man already there.He asked me where I was headed. I told him I was in search for the simple life, for change. He looked at me weird for a minute or two, and then looked away. I started going through my pack looking for my blanket when I heard his voice say, “Did you thank the spiders.” I looked up immediately to see nothing. The man was gone.