Nightmare

In the glaringly fluorescence of the one story office building it was nearly dawn. People would be coming in soon and I didn't want to be caught nosing around in the boss's office. He wasn't really my boss but he was the manager. I guiltily unlocked doors until I ended up in the inner sanctum of this strange place. I was searching through metal cabinets and desks.   The boss came in. It was Wilson Fisk. I expected the worst but nothing happened. He began looking at receipts and I visited a female co-worker who had just gotten married. Her enormous white Cadillac was parked in her office. The hood of the car served as a table.   Then I was back in Fisk's office. I was scared so I told him about how my brother used to tell people that he could diagnose their car trouble by the sound of the engine because he was psychic. Fisk thought that was the funniest thing ever so I had a chance to sneak out of his office again.   When I went back to the co-worker's office that had the Cadillac for a table, I started cleaning. First I cleaned the car. By the time I started cleaning a desk, the woman, Fisk and another guy were helping.   We got to the center of the room where an old army green set of metal shelves held a bunch of junk. I picked up an old cup to throw away and it was full of brown recluse spiders and they were going everywhere. I screamed and pointed out the deadly spiders but none of the others thought they were anything to worry about.   I thought there was a spider on my back and I couldn't get anybody to look. I killed one of the spiders I saw crawling on the guy's back that wasn't Fisk. I think it was Vladimir.   I woke up, my nose was stuffy and I felt like I couldn't breathe.   This is what happens when you're sick and binge watch a Marvel series after finding out you have 5 kidney stones and a raging infection. I also got my final Moderna jab, well - - final for now. Taking 2 antibiotics with numerous warnings has made me nervous. Charles, Raliegh, and Anthony all having Covid makes me worry. My stomach roils warning me of waking nightmares. I think of Carin and how death can happen at any moment.   I could go back to sleep....maybe. I find the likelihood of reaching sleep again very low.    Or I could watch more Dare Devil.