66. The Antlers “Every Night My Teeth Are Falling Out” Burst Apart [Frenchkiss]

“You and I, divine but not devout.”

Sweat covered the pillow. He was trapped in an elevator, pounding on the metal until it dented but no one came. And then he woke up. He was lost in the middle of a cornfield, barefoot and hacking away at the greenery with a machete. And then he woke up. He was in an airport bathroom stall, unable to get the door open with his pants still around his ankles for some reason. And then he woke up. By this time it was nearly 5:00 AM so he decided to just get up and get on with it already. He shoved the blankets violently off the bed, put on one slipper, and got frustrated when he couldn’t find the other. He put on the coffee in the dark, waited for the click and heating noise, stumbled to the bathroom, and turned on the shower. The water sputtered for a bit and then he got in, but it immediately started sputtering again - all the while the bathtub filled despite the drain being unplugged. “Great,” he muttered to himself. Busted piping on one end and clogged piping on the other. He gave up; took a deep breath to help him do so. After he dried himself he meandered back out to the kitchen for the coffee. At least that would warm him up, he thought to himself. He took a sip of the coffee, enjoyed it momentarily, but then began coughing. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t make any noise to wake Charlotte up. He was clueless as to how a sip of coffee could have induced such hysteria in his throat and lungs. And then he woke up.

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