It was the end of the world
and my teeth were falling out.
I remembered how that only happens in my dreams.
I held my bloody mouth together with my hands in front of the mirror.
My eyes were still my eyes.
I began to count back from ten,
telling myself to wake up.
Nine...
Eight...
My shirt billowed out around me in slow motion seven...
Six...
WAKE UP.
Five...
Four...
And everything began to rise up into the air three...
Two...
I'm awake now but the world is still ending.
Quietly.