Choke

There’s bugs.

There’s no bugs.

Yes, there are. There’s so many that I can’t breathe. They’re in my chest. Under my skin. They got in through my ribs.

There are no bugs. You can breathe. You’re talking to me.

…

What are you thinking?

I still can’t breathe.

Yes. You’re talking, remember?

Yeah, but I’m not breathing. I’m crying.

Just go to sleep. The bugs will go away.

It’s too bright.

It’s not. It’s dark.

What if they are bugs, though? What if that’s what’s inside? I can’t breathe. Why can’t I breathe? What if there really are bugs?!

Are you there?

Wake up!

Please?! There’s so many bugs…please, I can’t breathe. I can’t…