Imagine, please, rolling out of bed and, in the process of sorting out my little pile of sheets and duvets and bedspreads (current layer count on my bed: five), and a spider crawls
(my heartrate speeds up just typing this)
out from under the covers
(I just twitched, the way you do when you feel someone coming behind you before you see them)
where it presumably just spent the night with me.
I have never felt so violated.