Stowaway

I was walking to work and I became aware of a strange and not especially pleasant sensation on my arm. Kinda scratchy, like there was something walking on my arm. But I couldn't see anything and it went away. A few minutes later it was back. Further up my arm. And later on it was there again. Either I was having some kind of strange hallucination, or I was sharing my shirt with something else.

I tried to shake it out of my sleeve but it wouldn't move. It was raining a little and I was holding my umbrella, so I couldn't really start stripping off in the middle of the street to investigate.

Eventually I got to work and went to the bathroom where I proceeded to remove my shirt. At this point I wasn't sure whether I wanted to find anything. Would it be better if I'd just lost my mind? A huge moth walked up my back and up onto my head before I was able to shake it off. I didn't see where it went after that but since then I've been paranoid there is something on me. I can still feel it now.

Is this how people develop phobias?

tags: small amusements  work