The insistent beeping of my alarm clock cuts through the haze and savagely yanks me out of sleep like a dog being pulling unwillingly down the sidewalk by his leash. A slice of the morning sunrise that sneaked around the curtain is laying across my face, burning hot on my closed eyelids. My tongue is thick and dry inside my mouth, and as I slide my legs out of bed and sit up, my bladder quickly decides the first order of business. I pick up a pair of wrinkled gym shorts from the floor next to my nightstand and put them on, and pull a shirt over my head. Absently itching the side of my face, I trudge to the bathroom.
The toilet seat makes a dull clanking sound against the lid of the toilet. With one hand occupied with the task of ensuring that all urine makes it into the toilet bowl, I reach up with my other hand to scratch at my face again. After the itching subsides, I flush the toilet and almost forget to put the lid down. After the last incident, you'd think I'd remember.
The itching on my face starts again as I approach the sink to wash my hands. I ignore it, and soap up. When the itching persists and starts to become almost painful, I quickly rinse off my hands and look up into the mirror over the sink. My eyes slowly focus on the image being reflected back at me.
My face is completely covered in fleas. My skin, once a smooth, even shade of white, is now crawling with these tiny black insects, crawling about in the thick hair of my goatee and mustache, and making their way towards my sideburns. Anxiety sets in after a few moments when I realize that there are fleas crawling up my nose and into my ears.
Small red welts are beginning to show up and swell as I attempt to brush the fleas off, my hands moving about my face at a furious rate. The fleas seem to double in size and quantity, and I cry out in anguish and terror as-
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEE-
My hand slams down on the snooze button of my alarm clock.
I sit up sharply in bed, and reach up to my face.
It was a dream. It was just a dream.
I've got to stop drinking Kool-Aid before going to bed. The sugar is giving me some fucked up dreams.
Anyone else have the creepy-crawlies now?