Sometimes something just gets into your head and you can't quite get it out. This episode is not explicit. Written and performed by Elizabeth Wilcox. Elizabeth is a writer, avid role-player, amateur mixologist, member of and social media manager for The Dimension Door Podcast. You can also find her on Instagram (@wilcoxwriter) and at her website, briarbooklane.com Podchaser.com/thedimensiondoorpodcast https://www.podchaser.com/creators/elizabeth-wilcox-107a9C6gJ3 dimensiondoorpodcast.com TRANSCRIPT It began when I awoke to the unpleasant sensation of a prickling within my right ear. It felt as though something was scritch-scratching away upon my eardrum like a pen upon paper. I tried to clear it, but the sensation would not cease. The longer it continued, the more I was certain that some living thing was burrowing into me, scritch-scratching away at my flesh and my sanity. The doctor who checked said my inner ear is inflamed, but clear. No foreign object, no thing, is there. I should be reassured. The prickling has subsided to no more than an occasional flicker of a whisper. I twitch now and then. The dreams, though. What do I do about the dreams? The damp earth between my sheets? The soil between my teeth? Sorry, what was I saying? Oh, I remember now. Yes. I was just asking: Would you like to see my garden?