Secret Beast

Sevir felt an itch, slow and rising all over his body, merging all together into an unbearable heat. He rubbed his hands here and there, but then held still, alert. He relied on his ears. The first thing he heard was a snore and even deep breathing beside the snore. Two people sleeping. Footsteps further away, walking away from him. The rising itch was hot, like he had never felt before. It was painful, but not unbearable, like scrapping his knee on the concrete road. He opened his eyes. He was lying on something wooden, looking at the tilted room with no roof. Above him were inky blue colors of the approaching dawn and before him, two identical people sleeping on each other’s shoulders.