Peace & Munch

It’s a perfect spring day, a crisp, yet relaxing breeze rolls in through the window.  Not cold enough for a coat, yet not hot enough to turn on a fan.  Pristine.  The time of the day doesn’t matter, although a nice early morning feel is always there. All of the day’s worry, anguish, and exhaustion just get swept away with every passing moment. Reaching the point of being lulled to sleep by the distant chirps of a bird.  Then…

“CRUNCH!”

“Munch…snap…muchity, crunchity, crunch!” echoes through the mind like poison.  Leaking through the cracks, hardening and binding everything it touches.  My eyes bulge open as if nails are clawing at a chalkboard’s face.  Body rigid, I turn to see my roommate, on the other side of the room.  Large carnivorous spiders latched to his ears, blocking out the world to all but the secluded pulsations of the metallic sheet centimeters from his ears.  He turns just enough for me to see his mouth full of apple, opening then shutting, again and again! The munching has now turned to mushing, agonizing chomping and tongue taping as if it were a special skill to be celebrated.

If only the spiders would do as the should.