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June 08, 2007
New variation on a recurring nightmare
Grown up, somewhere in Asia maybe, when the teeth start feeling loose. Unpacking when the first one falls out. Suddenly I'm a child again. My mom is there. I look outside the window at trees and it's beautiful. A tooth falls out and I want to cry. I look in the mirror and for the first time realize how far gone I am. Maybe six left on the bottom, four on the top. It's an emergency. I start to panic and ask my mom to call the dentist right away. I don't want dentures. Maybe I can get implants.
When I wake up, I run to the bathroom. It seemed so real. But there they all are when I look in the mirror, my teeth.
Posted by Courtney_Sherwood at June 8, 2007 06:35 AM
Comments
Your mom wouldn't let you lose our teeth like this. Or at all actually.
Love you, Mom
Posted by: Mom at June 9, 2007 05:13 AM