Teeth

Date: 4/15/2018

A dark but early night, seemingly around 7pm in November. Lights are on in my bedroom, staining the walls a sickly yellow. I'm wearing jeans and a button up shirt, and am studying on my bed. The room is oddly tidy - the floor space is immaculately clean. I stand up and walk to the doorway of my bathroom. Directly opposite the doorway is a mirror placed on the wall and above the basin. I stand still, looking at my reflection and I open my mouth in order look at my teeth, sensing something was afoot. Everything was normal. I sit back down on the bed. After a while, I rise to my feet once more. This time I walk to the mirror in my room. I smile at myself to check my teeth and notice they are askew. Not severely, but enough to notice and enough to make me worry. I turn around, and my clothes have changed. I feel cold in a sweaty shirt and shorts. My hair is oily and I feel dirty. I turn back to the mirror and look at my teeth once more. I panic as I see they are completely misaligned. I wonder how it happened. I touch my teeth and gums which are strangely soft. I push on my teeth, and they can move freely. I try to realign them, and manage to get them back to something similar to how they should be, but it doesn't remain. They fall out of position over and over again, yet they stay in the gums; not once is a tooth lost. I open my bedroom door and see my mother waiting for me outside. This is all I remember.