All it is is shifting;

Shifting weight from one leg to the next,
          to avoid the tingles that haunt my right side.
Shifting objects in my arms
          to avoid them falling to the ground.
Shifting positions in the night
          to avoid memories of spoons and nightmares of phantoms
Shifting levers in my brain
          putting all of my sleeping weight into the level labeled "loneliness"
Shifting anxiously
         standing with my arms crossed, eyes dodging.