My pet peeve

Pet Peeve

Image by anyjazz65 via Flickr

Dreaming about being thirsty.  I hate it.

I dream about being parched and drinking down a large glass of water that looks delicious, but never quenches my thirst and all I get in return is a gross, sweaty cotton ball tasting flavor in my dry mouth.

Then I wake up with a mouthful of bedsheet.

It’s a pet peeve.   A pet peeve indeed.

And now, whenever I drink a real glass of water, I’m reminded of the flavor of my bedsheet – not a good flavor.  No, not a good flavor at all.

The end.

P.S:  WordPress recommended that I display an image of toilet paper to go along with this post.  Are they trying to tell me something?  If so, what?

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