ROBOT SMALL

I'm in a semi-darkened bedroom at 9:03 pm, feeding my son. Watching a spider slide down the wall towards where his head would be if he hadn't woken, from a sleep, in cries. The spider drips down the wall, inch by inch, I'm going blind looking at it in reverse. White light spider on a black wall. I can't kill a spider. The milk drips down my son's cheek as he melts into my lap softly, drinking. Spider, don't bite him. Truce. He slips back into his dreams as I lay him soft on the bed. Spider above his head. We will all be together again at 2 AM. Me, Ivo and spider.