But thoughts they change and times they rearrange
I don't know who you are anymore
I don't know who you are anymore
George had been out and about most of the day, and when he came home, he'd been expecting to see El hanging out on the couch, not rummaging about the room for - well, he wasn't exactly sure what. For a moment, he paused in the doorway, head cocked to one side as he took in the scene. Then movement caught his eye and he glanced up, sure that he'd seen something move on the ceiling. It took a few moments - whatever it was blended in - but he was able to identify it. A cloud spider.
Well, that wouldn't do. When they were outside, George was content to live and let live, but in his house? No, thank you. With a sigh, George knelt to begin taking off a shoe. "What are you looking for?" he asked El. A shoe thrown at the spider would likely squish it - or at least make it fall to the floor where it could be disposed of properly. "There's plenty of things around to kill it with."
Well, that wouldn't do. When they were outside, George was content to live and let live, but in his house? No, thank you. With a sigh, George knelt to begin taking off a shoe. "What are you looking for?" he asked El. A shoe thrown at the spider would likely squish it - or at least make it fall to the floor where it could be disposed of properly. "There's plenty of things around to kill it with."
Loves come and go and this I know
I'm not who you recall anymore
I'm not who you recall anymore
George
