Darkness. Enclosure. Life. Death. Peanut butter sticking to the roof of your mouth. Everybody has fears, some stranger than others. Could you imagine if every fear you ever had in your life came alive before you? I did. That's how I got here. By dreaming. By fearing. By making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
It was exactly a week ago. I was getting ready for school one morning. Just plain boring. Like always. As I packed up my lunch, (a PB+J sandwich) I noticed some peanut butter left on the knife I had used to make my sandwich. By instinct, stupid, stupid instinct, I swiped my finger over the flat side of the knife and licked the peanut butter off of my finger. There was an odd sensation in my mouth after eating that peanut butter, because I could still taste it. I then realized some of it had stuck to the roof of my mouth. I pointed this out to my older brother, who, like always, couldn't care less. I then remembered a word I had learned a few years ago:
"Arachibutyrophobia," I blurted out. My brother stared at me as if I had tentacles coming out of my ears. You would think for a freshman in high school, he would have at least some complex words in his vocabulary, but most of his sentences were three to five words long.
