Skitter-SampleLines-Leslie-Jenah

It was sometime later before I woke up again. You know how the night goes from a soft to a deep darkness as it gets later? The darkness felt heavy in my room. It felt...off. I still don't really know what it was or how to explain it, but the night felt...wrong. What had woken me, I realized after the brain fog had cleared a bit, was an itchiness on my arm, nestled under my covers. Stilling in bed, swabbed in my comfortable sheets, I unconsciously went to scratch. I looked towards my arm. The sensation had become prickling. I noticed what seemed to be a glowing under the sheets. The prickling became a stinging, and I was overwhelmed. It was sometime later before I woke up again. You know how the night goes from a soft to a deep darkness as it gets later? The darkness felt heavy in my room. It felt...off. I still don't really know what it was or how to explain it, but the night felt...wrong. What had woken me, I realized after the brain fog had cleared a bit, was an itchiness on my arm, nestled under my covers. Stilling in bed, swabbed in my comfortable sheets, I unconsciously went to scratch. I looked towards my arm. The sensation had become a prickling. I noticed what seemed to be a glowing under the sheets. The prickling became a stinging, and I was overwhelmed. The prickling became a stinging, and I unconsciously went to scratch. The prickling became a stinging, and I unconsciously went to scratch. The prickling became a stinging, and I unconsciously went to scratch. The prickling became a stinging, and I unconsciously went to scratch. The prickling became a stinging, and I unconsciously went to scratch. The prickling became a stinging, and I unconsciously went to scratch. The prickling became a stinging, and I unconsciously went to scratch. The prickling became a stinging, and I unconsciously went to scratch. The prickling became a stinging, and I unconsciously went to scratch. The prickling became a stinging, and I unconsciously went to scratch. The prickling became a stinging, and I unconsciously went to scratch. The prickling became a stinging, and I unconsciously went to scratch. The darkness felt heavy in my room, and it felt off. I still don't really know what it was or how to explain it, but the night felt wrong. What had awoken me, I realized after the brain fog had cleared a bit, was an itchiness on my arm nestled under my covers. Still laying in bed, swabbed in my comfortable sheets, I unconsciously went to scratch. I looked towards my arm. The sensation had become prickling. I noticed what seemed like a glowing underneath my sheets. The prickling became stinging, and I was overwhelmed. Panic set in.