“I hate this!”
As soon as the words have left your mouth, the slime creeps into your mouth, clogging your throat and coating your tongue. You squeeze your eyes shut tight, waiting for death and a return to your room. The slime closes over your ears, eyes, and your chest burns with lack of oxygen.
When you wake up, your mouth is coated with slime. Your head aches and your lungs burn. You’ll heal. You always do. And it will be the same thing all over again. Night after night.
What will you do tomorrow?