More Than an Itch
You sit down at school. Another rough Monday morning. The oddity that was this weekend caused you to ponder. You think of how your Dad begged you to go camping with him. Even odder yet, you stumbled into something you have an allergy for and obtained a rash on your arm. You hear the teacher call your name. Luckily you studied this last night. Afterwards the teacher drones into their usual lecture. Due to boredom, sleep begins consuming you again. You reach down and scratch your arm. Now noticing bumps shaped like rope wrapped around you. Glancing at your rash, you decide visiting a doctor would be best.  A yawn escapes your mouth and the teacher seems minimally offended.  Your arm stops itching. Because now it begins to burn.

You stare at it and witness the bumps revolve and cycle up your arm.