Ants are crawling on my inside skin.
Irritating,
Tiny,
Puny,
Steps.
Crawling, crawling,
Step,
Step,
Step.
Minute, echoing.
Resounding all the way across,
To the outside of my skin.
Making me squirm and fidget and flip.
Ants are marching on my internal membrane,
And I can't sleep.