The sun shining at my face wakes me up. It is around 10am, and I feel a dull ache in my mouth. I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth, and as I’m brushing, half of one of my teeth falls out and onto the sink. I spit blood onto the sink. I gargle a little water, and spit more blood onto the sink. This carries on for several minutes, until I start to panic at the fact that the bleeding does not seem to stop. My breathing gets heavier and heavier until it wakes me up. I run to the bathroom and spit onto the sink, thankful that the saliva is only stained with the brown of the coffee I drank right before I took a nap and promptly overslept, and promise to myself to not forget to brush anymore.