Midnight Snack

Each night the spider tiptoed across the ceilings until it reached the room where two men lay slumbering. It slid down on its line and landed on the first bed. For the next hour it worked through the sheets, searching for a fold that would take it to an exposed bit of flesh. When it finally found what it was looking for, it snapped its jaw down and drank long and deep. Then it repeated the process in the second bed. Returning each daybreak to its roost in the stairwell chandelier, the spider was content, lost in its web-like routine.