Meditating

One on my left, one on my right, and one in front.

Six mozzie bites later, swelling up like a balloon, showered and floured myself with talcum powder. Went to bed feeling a tad better.
Tossed and turned, in totally darkness danger lured at a corner. Five minutes later, another bite on my arm and one on my finger ... It's just impossible to sleep with eight bites. Frantically scratching non-stop, I'm like a monkey filled with ticks.

Now sitting here in the living room, the house's smoking with three mozzie coils, one on my left, one on my right and another in front.
Meditating with mozzie coil, my eyes are starting to mist. The price to pay for a "itchless" nap, hope I don't die from intoxication.