It crept up my spine like a millipede: hundreds of legs tickling me, slowly slivering up my naked body in a militant march. Left, right, left right; quickly at first, then slowing down and becoming almost unrecognizable the closer it got to my neck. I reached for the shampoo, hoping to take my mind off whatever was attacking me, but the more I worked the gel into my roots, the deeper the tickle penetrated my skin. It grazed the inside of my ear and teased me with a foreign language that left me dumbfounded and unable to respond. I wondered why it was there. Why it came to me and not somebody else. Where it would go from here. The morning sun shone through a small blurred window above and cast a ribbon of light on me. Suddenly, a rush of strength took over my body and I quickly turned around to confront my intruder. But all that I found was a stream of warm water, rinsing everything that had come before away.