Bitesize

In my new bed I have some new friends. I wake in the morning with bright red lumps on my arms, legs and chest, lumps that I'll pass the day scratching, until they're mounds, then hills. Are these kisses from loved-up bed bugs? Bites from passing gnats? I catch spiders strolling guiltily across my covers, hurriedly wiping their mouths with napkins... they don't escape my notice. Don't get me wrong, I'm not averse to the company, it can get lonely in a double bed when you're a single cover. Maybe I just need to put up a sign: No Picnics.