When Marcus awoke, the turmoil started. His nightmares were about to become conscious reality, and more. He woke to extreme discomfort, feeling as though a billion ants had somehow found a way to bury themselves under his skin and inject their formic acid in and around while jostling and jiggling, fighting and fidgeting, crawling and creeping. It might have been one of his unconscious nightmares, but it was real, he was awake and more terrified than ever before.
For seconds he lay there, petrified, not knowing what was happening or what he could do about it.
Then he wet himself