Showing posts with label teeth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label teeth. Show all posts

Monday, 19 November 2007

Hung Over

I hate shaving, you always need a shave when you can least be bothered to do it.

A mobile phone rings constantly in another room.

My teeth feel loose in my head, like the gum has dried and receded. I am afraid to look at them in the mirror or even touch them. I can taste blood.

I’d like lots of small cotton wool balls to stuff into my mouth. I’m not sure that this will help but the thought is comforting. I think I would feel safer if my mouth was full of cotton wool.

I need to hydrate.

A mobile phone rings constantly in another room but I don’t recognise the ringtone.

There is broken glass all over the kitchen floor.