An odd number off beady eyes stare back at me from my bed covered with peacock feathers.
Drawing a sharp breath, a stinging sensation stabs a tooth, the third one from the back, on the left side.
Don't I floss enough?!
Mmmm...what instrument is that I hear?
They all sound the same to me...
I'm currently trapped in a limbo of feelings.
Not too hot.
Not too cold.
Not too hungry.
Not too full.
Not too studious.
Not too slacking.
Not too creative.
Not too dull.
The snapping of the cassette player shakes me from my lame melting pot of emotions.
I look over my sholder and the beady eyes of my suffed animals stare back at me, suspended in their placid facial expressions.