Hawaiian Supermom

I follow a talented writer named Meg who does these, and I decided to try it out too, just for fun.

But yeah. I missed it by one. Bew. Oh well, maybe next time. Here’s my 42-word entry anyway:

I think about death. Not a lot, but I do.
I wonder: when the bright light beats down, when our lungs stop sucking air, what then?
Good rises and bad falls, I guess.
Except spiders.
Because fact– spiders always go to hell.