I can feel the cold bricks of the driveway, the sky full of stars above me.
Glowing and twinkling, each one’s different than the next.
The dark, comforting night
I can hear the faint sound of cars passing, but only occasionally.
The crickets are chirping their song.
I breathe in, filling my lungs with the crisp air encompassing me.
I am calm.
I am relaxed.
I feel an itch on my leg.
I scratch my leg, but feel something crunchy and rough.
I realize that there are now little legs crawling up my arm.
The cold bricks are burning my skin.
The stars are spinning.
In the distance, I hear cars crashing and honking their horns.
The sounds of crickets are pounding like drums in my ears.
I can barely breathe the muggy and sweltering air.
I feel tense.
I feel claustrophobic.
Oh. My. God.
A scream is stuck in my throat.
I jump up and wipe that nasty creature off of my arm.
I shudder.
I scream.
I tremble with fear.
Ugh, I hate bugs.