Out of Control

My teeth went out of control.
It started with one shake of one tooth. And then it fell off. Next thing, they were all shaking. I close my mouth tightly and pressed it with my hands, tried to reduce the shaking. No use.
The shaking went out of control.

They started to fell off. I spit them to my hands one by one.
I felt like crying. Not because it was painful because the truth was I didn’t feel any pain. No, it was not the pain. It was because I loved my teeth. I was proud of how they were placed nicely which were seen each time I smiled. So I felt like crying. But then again, I thought I might be choked so I didn’t cry.

In a moment I had my hands full of my teeth. At least let me have my upper teeth, I secretly prayed. After several more shaking and fell-offs then it stopped. I wasn’t sure so I waited and counted to ten.
It stopped.

What did I have left? Using my tongue, I knew that eight of my front upper teeth were still in place. I held the rest in my hands, those which really had gone out of control.
My hands were full.



I gasped and opened my eyes. Oh, what a dream…