Pillow Bug
In my dream, I sleep with the blankets pulled around my neck and my face deep in a warm pillow. I feel a bug crawl up from my elbow, along my arm. It winds round and round, tickles my elbow, my pinky and scratches at my thumb. I feel it’s spikey legs latch on to my skin. The first whisker touches quickly turn to gnawing and lashing. I look under the blankets and see glistening bits of shell descend into my finger tips.
I wake up. Push myself up from the bed. Having slept on my arms too long, the tingling sensation quickly resides and the blood rushes back in to my finger tips. The numbness resides a moment, giving me time to be thankful it was just a dream.
