Last night I dreamt. Something or someone had come into my room and knelt beside my bed. In the darkness of the room they softly took my hand and taking my index finger, started to slide it over their mouth.
I could feel their gentle exhalations on my fingertip. I felt them open their mouth and start to slide my finger in and over their teeth. The wetness of the gums, slick with saliva, the smooth enamel of each individual tooth.
Deeper into their mouth my finger moved, further along the jaw, still tracing the teeth. Fingertip, coated with spit, forcibly made to follow an ever increasing jaw. More teeth, far more than any human ever had a right to possess.
The Musings Of Sardonicus 