# Alone **by John Swainston** I no longer sleep alone. It is a strange feeling knowing that there is someone else in my bed. Two nights ago, she was playful. She planted a hickey on my thigh. Last night it was on my stomach. You see there is a spider in my bed. Woke up when she strolled across my face. I am her midnight snack. Murder on my mind. Solved by relocation to the backyard. Bat food – I hope.