I woke up in the middle of the night from a horrible dream.
I dreamt of a million little cockroaches eating me up.
They were anoyingly quiet but very very fast in eating up my flesh and irritating my skin. I was scratching everywhere, in every nook and cranny of my body, and I wanted to die because it was so itchy and the cockroaches were not going anywhere.
They were there, crept their way inside the villa up to my room to my bed and multiplied and had a sole purpose --- to destroy me.
And they were doing a good job.
I woke up sweating and so frustrated and out of breath and I immediately took the comforter out of the bed and kept it in the cabinets.
Roaches.