Sometimes, at night, if he lay very, very quietly, he could hear them. Crawling around inside of him. He was never afraid of the bugs living within his body. He had been raised with this being normal. It was, however, always strange to those he met. Almost everyone gave him a look, which was inevitably followed by the question, "How do you live with those things?" How? It was easy. He'd grown up like this. It was a very simple concept. He had always been used to it.
But in the end, it made trying to fall asleep absolute hell.
