Mosquitoes
Mosquitoes swarmed around the night sky, flying in the air like a cloud but lacking the ethereal beauty. The buzz in my ear could be mistaken for tinnitus if it wasn’t for the changing pitch as the insects flew forward and back. They swooped down enough to brush into my awareness before shooting up again, as though we were playing a game of tag where they were perpetually “it”. My hand went up to try and slap the insects away but somehow all it landed on was empty skin. The mosquitoes had a way of avoiding my attacks, as though they had a way of freezing time to get away and then speeding it up again once they were safely gone. I groaned in frustration and tried again, but my attempts were in vain. The insects continued to swarm towards me, taunting me with their closeness.