Raine twisted the knob on my pacifier and took it out. I spit out the pacifier and started screaming. “Babababababababababa!” Those weren’t words! Why weren’t those words? “Gagagaga goooo!” I’d lost all ability to talk. I tried to ask why, but all that came out was “Gaba abba gaaa?!” As her nipple brushed across my face, my mouth latched on over it, and my face began to melt, dripping like hot wax off of a burning candle while blood streamed from my eyes.
I woke up, for real this time, and tossed the blankets off of me. I half ran, half limped to the nearest toilet and emptied myself, sighing in relief as waste hissed and plopped and tinkled into the water beneath me. The sound of the flush was close to a chorus of angels.