I Woke Up in the Middle of the Night Convinced Something Was Biting My Skin

the sheets and shaking out the blanket, I finally removed a small, hard, brownish object from my back. Its uneven edges looked unsettling, and nobody examining it could immediately explain what it was. Even an enlarged photograph only deepened the confusion. Then someone asked what we had eaten that evening. There had been cooked chicken, and the object continue reading …