Timothy moved slowly toward the kitchen, still carrying the weight of last night's conversation in his mind.
As he passed Anna's usual perch, he paused, studying the spider.
She seemed either asleep or deep in some hibernation, but after a few seconds under his stare, she cracked open two eyes and stared right back, silent and unblinking.
With an exasperated sigh, Timothy turned away and left her to her stasis.
The house was as silent as ever, darkness pressing against the windows.
In the kitchen, he perched on the countertop, a bottle of water in hand, letting the cool plastic sweat against his palm.
His thoughts churned, trying to sort through Anna's revelations, but the effort only yielded loops of repetition.
Instead of clarity, all he found were more questions crowding his mind.
"Tch. This is annoying," Timothy muttered under his breath.
He hopped down from the counter, planted his hands on the floor, and launched into push-ups.
