FIA
I woke up itching.
Not the normal kind of itch you could scratch once and forget about. This was the persistent kind. The kind that crawled under your skin and spread like fire ants marching across your body.
I sat up in bed and scratched at my arm. Then my neck. Then my other arm. The more I scratched, the worse it got.
The room looked worse in the morning light. The mold in the corner was blacker than I remembered. More spread out. Like it had grown overnight while I slept. The walls had water stains I hadn't noticed before. Dark patches that suggested years of neglect.
I threw off the blanket and stood. My skin was burning now. I looked down at my arms and saw red welts forming. Not from the fight yesterday. These were new. Fresh. The kind of rash that came from sleeping in a room that was actively trying to poison you.
Great. Perfect. Just what I needed on top of everything else.
