Kinda stuck for a blog recently - but I came up with this short story/musing, so I'll go with that - with a view to kick-starting the ol' imagination...
The spider slowly lowered itself from the ceiling. Seemlessly letting out its silken spin, legs scuttling as it climbed through the empty space. Every now and then it would stop, then retract as if the web had got stuck in its inner works - hooked on a cog inside its stomach perhaps? Then hauled in at great speed as the machine was sent into reverse.
Dale sat, ready to undress, mesmerised by the up and down that played out in front of him. The noiseless click-clack of the spiders legs rang out in his head.
Tantalisingly the spider made its way to almost the floor. Dale watched the legs, waiting for the spider right itself and take its first step on a new horizon - when again the yo-yo sprung, and the spider whizzed up the strand - once more pausing before beginning the process of reeling out the web again; patiently asserting the flow of the stream - ensuring the correct attention to detail.
Dale shook his head. He knew he couldn't wait for the spider to finish. He began to undress - folding up the day's clothing, pulling on his pyjamas. As he tugged his t-shirt over his head - momentarily losing his orientation in the whirl of arms and holes, he wondered if the spider had been watching him with the same fascination.
His huge frame froze in stillness, chest rising and falling with the intake of breath - changing the air currents in the room - causing the silk to blow this way - then that. Knotting and twisting the thread so that the spider needed to attempt running repairs. Then the mountain rose - limbs unfolding like continents, and swirling the room so that the spider - fearing the coming onslaught, cut the cord - relying on its ability to glide even as the world turned upside down. Too late to worry about an escape route - the web had gone; now only the search for shelter as the surface shook.
Dale pulled his t-shirt tight and blinked. The spider had gone. He looked around the room; but there was no sign. He looked back at where the silk dangled - now curling around itself as it floated in the draft.
He shrugged - in balance he felt he wasn't surprised.