Sunday, February 15, 2015

THE DIRT FELT GRITTY ON MY TONGUE

The dirt felt gritty on my tongue. It tasted... well it tasted like dirt. I coughed some up, but Juan scolded me and kicked me in the ribs. "Who said you could let dirt out of your mouth? Cram it back in!" I scooped up the dirt and went to shove it back into my mouth, but suddenly realized I had control over the universe. I made the dirt vanish altogether, then I turned Juan into a frosty chocolate milkshake. I made a stool appear so I could stand on it and reach the straw of this man size milkshake. I drank deeply. The sweet milk of Juan running over my tongue and down my throat was such a sweet relief from that horrid gritty dirt.

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