Your skin itches as it winds through, slithering up like a snake uncoiling from sleep eyes heavy and laden finding the best path. Soon every part of you starts to itch, feeling the need to move, the need to run, but there's no way to go. Constricted, tight, you feel bound to your skin, Every part of you starts to shake not being able to abandon the feeling, you sit and wait, wait until the shaking stops. And when it does, there's no satisfaction, just a shiver, and the worry of never knowing when it'll happen again.