Cobwebs are so sticky well spun by a spider near my bed. My room a mess and dirty full of cobwebs. And here I am looking out at the only window .My only connection to the world outside me. I had no mobile nor landline nor people around me to talk. I was trapped in that prison-room coz I was sentenced there for life. I was kept in a secluded island alone left to die .I had no other option did I ?
But this was not the end of my story folks , I know I won't be dead to the world for long because I had only dreamt while I was asleep .I was happy it's was not true there's no prison ,no island. Now I was wide awake! But There's still a cobweb near my bed and I smile and I say "spiders not only spin cobwebs but a whole story behind it 😊."
