Tickle Toddle

I wrote a poem and illustrated it; what could it look like if it were a childrens book?

Tickle Toddle

What is that I feel?

Something toddles on my toes.
Something tickles on my thigh.
I do not dare to look,
so very still I lie.

But the tickling and the toddling,
sends a shiver down my spine.
Something else is hiding
in this soft warm bed of mine.

Now I feel it moving upwards.
Do I dare to take a peek?
And as I lift my blanket

A big black hairy spider
is hiding under my sheet!
Four big black eyes look up at me,
"I'm just here for the heat."