.”So. I see you don’t like to brush your teeth.”
I was staring into my own eyes, watching myself say these words. It was not a flattering statement, but I looked coy and sweet, not disgusted. In reality, I take better care of my teeth than most, I’m sure. With the floss and all that. Perhaps it was an admission – things we have to do don’t necessarily have to be enjoyable and we can still take pride in it.
I don’t remember anything else.
It’s been difficult remembering my dreams, lately. About a week or so, it seems. But, I remember finding them to be vivid at the time. And then they are just gone.