Once again I found my self waking up to nothing but a white ceiling, and oddly an overwhelming feeling to vomit. I bit my tongue and held my breath. "Of course I can't remember. I never do." I thought to myself. After every dream there's always one or two pictures floating in my head. But I can never piece them together. "Chains, rusty chains from the ceiling." I thought to myself once again. I gave up on trying to remember and eventually came to my senses to notice I've pierced my tongue with my tooth. I ran downstairs looking like an idiot holding my tongue. I spit out the blood and it eventually healed. "Chains. Maybe a basement, or a garage. Huh." This time I said it aloud not even noticing. My mom then yelled at me " Stop talking to the weirdo in the mirror!" She was always like that. Only when I did something stupid would she mock me, and in the funniest yet cruelest ways. Good old mom. You can always count on here to be yelling at ya for the same stupid stuff she does.
