What a bloody prick (literally)

In the past week, I had woken with long red scratches on my legs, much to my puzzlement. On some days, they looked pretty bad, almost resembling jellyfish stings. Generally, I consider myself a good sleeper (despite the occasional snoring and sleep paralysis episodes). I don't toss and turn, I take up a relatively small space and I almost always sleep through the night.

I couldn't figure out what was causing these strange scratches. It wasn't the evil sister attacking me in the middle of the night (who is incidentally the most obnoxious sleeper I know in existence. Snoring/talking/teeth grinding/doing yoga poses on the bed in her sleep are nothing new to me and of course, the more annoying habit of pulling my covers and pillows from me and holding onto them for dear life : P

So, the evil sis was ruled out. There were no broken springs in the mattress either or foreign objects anywhere visibly seen nor alien jellyfishes under my bed. I was perplexed.

Then as I was lying in bed this afternoon, with my head rested on my bolster and contemplating nothing when I felt a prick on the back of my head. So I bolted up and tore open the bolster and feverishly rummaged around until I found that tiny little silver needle peeking back at me, mocking me while nestled contentedly in the many wads and layers of cotton in my bolster. Hmmph.

So it seems that I had lost a needle on my bed a few months ago while I was mending my holey pants : p and sneaky it was that it crept its way in there! Well done needle! Or well done me seeing that I am actually the cause of the whole pricking business? : p