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.
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?