Poe 5

It was the itching. The incessant itching. It would commence nightly as I lay in bed. I would discover some nearly imperceptible itch on some inconsequential limb, perhaps my calf. And I would scratch. A momentary scratch, enough only to relieve the itch, no more. And yet, no sooner would my nails cease their actions than another itch would take the place of the first, this one on my scalp.

And again I would scratch, but only, I assure you, for a moment or two. And then the itch would find my ...