Stuck between a rock and a hard place!

Let’s just say, I was stuck I’m my very own metaphor this afternoon. With the exception of a rock, my dilemma involved my favorite chair in the living room.

Barry was on a grocery store run, while I did a little reading. It was nice and quiet in the house, so I started to fall asleep. As my snooze was getting good, I started to slip down in the chair and the ottoman started to roll away from my chair. A few moments later, I was wide awake and realized I could not move. 

The ottoman was stuck where the rug started. The rug had started to push up and the ottoman was hung. I was positioned with my weak side up, I’m strong on my left side, but it is pretty useless trying to push or pull up.  

I struggled with it for a bit and gave up. Mom was home, but she was behind two closed doors and could not hear my call, soooooooo….I got comfy and waited for Barry to get back. Not sure how long I was in that position, cuz I fell asleep.

Barry came in, laughing as he helped me up. He wanted to take a picture, but I threatened his life. Maggie thought we were playing a game. She was squirming all over the place and licking everything she could get too! What an afternoon!

Daily Prompt: 1984

You’re locked in a room with your greatest fear. Describe what’s in the room:

As I sit here trying to determine what my greatest fear would be, I think of where my life was in 1984. My fears then are incredibly different from today. I wouldn’t like being locked in a room, period. Wait, it just hit me how to write this up.

I’m in my favorite chair, in the living room at my parents home (since I was a mere 17 years of age in that year), I’m reading a mystery. The door to the kitchen is to my right, the couch is against the wall to my right and the door to the front yard is in front of me. The fireplace is to my left. There are windows  to each side of the fireplace. The television is between the fireplace and the front door. The laundry room door is to the left side of my chair. The ceiling fan is bustling above, moving just enough air to keep the room from being stuffy.

My fear is sitting on the screen of the television, a good twenty feet from me. Sitting on the screen of the television is a tiny, harmless, dinky spider. In my mind it is enormous.

It is just sitting still, not moving an inch.  My mind is telling that is the largest critter on earth and it is staring at me, waiting to attack. I’m feeling like a mid-morning snack.

A prickly sensation is running all over my head and the back of my neck feels like every hair is standing at attention. I break out in a cold sweat. The spider is just sitting there. I slowly stand up and attempt to get up the step to get into the kitchen, but the door is locked. That door isn’t supposed to lock. I do not understand. I can’t get near the front door, it is too close to that spider.

I sit still and just continue to read my book. Someone will be home shortly and let me out of here. They also have to get that nasty creature off the television.Cuz, I ain’t touching it! 🙂