{"id":36649,"date":"2017-08-05T17:27:08","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T21:27:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=36649"},"modified":"2017-08-05T17:27:08","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T21:27:08","slug":"eight-legged-invader","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/eight-legged-invader\/","title":{"rendered":"Eight-legged Invader"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was having a wonderful night so far, hours into a sleep that might&#8217;ve actually been refreshing,<br \/>\nUntil that is, I felt the tickling sensation traveling across the bare skin of my back, from the center of my spine up to my shoulder.<br \/>\nDrowsiness slowing my mind and body,<br \/>\nI brushed away my hair that curtained down behind me, thinking that would banish the sensation.<br \/>\nI settled my eyes shut again and laid my cheek against the pillow, thinking now I could go back to sleep.<br \/>\nAfter barely any respite, the feeling of tiny legs crawling along my arm shook me awake once more.<br \/>\nWith blurred eyes, I opened them and watched as an eight-legged intruder scrambled down my arm.<br \/>\nIn a flurry of disgust and fury, I sent it flying to my sheet with a blow, swept it into a glass and fled my room, refusing it its freedom.<br \/>\nBefore it could escape on its own, it was floating in the toilet bowl.<br \/>\nThe sound of the water draining into hidden pipes was the only time the twilight silence had been broken. I&#8217;d made not a peep.<br \/>\nI returned to my warm bed, the conquering hero.<br \/>\nEvery few minutes I awoke to that phantom sensation, alert as I was to it.<br \/>\nSleep evaded me that night, thanks to the eight-legged intruder.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was having a wonderful night so far, hours into a sleep that might&#8217;ve actually been refreshing, Until that is, I felt the tickling sensation traveling across the bare skin of my back, from the center of my spine up to my shoulder. Drowsiness slowing&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1090,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-36649","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36649","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1090"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=36649"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36649\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":36717,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36649\/revisions\/36717"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=36649"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=36649"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=36649"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}