Menacing Spider

It was three in the morning and all was quiet on the farm. I was the only one awake, and I couldn’t sleep. There was a spider on my window. There was no way I could allow myself to fall asleep with a spider that big in my room. What if it landed on me? What if it crawled in my mouth and I swallowed it?
I was that obsessive-compulsive type of person that couldn’t have anything in my room that wouldn’t normally be there. If I left it, I would be wondering for hours until I finally drifted off to sleep, what it would do in my room. What if it laid eggs somewhere that I couldn’t find them and the baby spiders came into my bed and bit me? I contemplated going to get my father.
I decided to try for it. I came up with a quick plan. I picked the nearest shoe up off of my clothes-covered carpet. I crawled silently across my bed and lifted my arm. The swing of my arm was like that of a baseball bat and it landed in the exact spot that the spider had been, but where was it? Where have you gone, spider? I decided to lean back in my bed to get a better look at my entire room. My eyes circled the pale blue walls with the moonlight as my guide and there was the spider, sitting on my ceiling. To my amazement and confusion, as my fear grew, so did the spider.
As it grew with a loud cracking of bones and a loud POP, the spider stared at me with it’s huge, eight, shiny eyes. I yelled, but no sound came out. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The spider walked toward me, it’s enormous, hairy legs cracking the floor beneath it; CRACK! The shoe fell from my hand, now useless against this giant menacing spider. I backed up, panting in fear. The spider crept closer.
The cows mooed from their barn. I looked at the clock on my bedside table. It was 5:30 AM now. How had the time gone by so fast? I didn’t have the time to go feed them right now. I crept quietly to my window, the breeze tugging at the ends of my hair, and I yelled out to the animals, “Hold on Abby! I’ll be there in a minute!” Of course not all of the cows were named Abby, but she was the only one that new her name, and it was all I could think of to say, because I knew it would comfort them, for the moment. I was clearly a little distracted.
“Maggie, get up. The cows are mooing,” my father’s voice startled me and my eyes peeled open. It had been a dream, all of it.
“Thank God!” I said, and ran past my bewildered father.