A dream that's been gnawing me inside, it was so real it was surreal.
In my thought bubble my toe ached like it had cancer. It pained so bad, like it was about to birth a tumour. The shoot of smarting distress was so agonising that it was a torment to stay asleep, in fact the stinging torture woke me, and I cried out holding my toe, massaging it between my fingers to assuage my suffering while the phantom hurt lingered on, only then did I realise that not only am I awake but also there's no bloody pain in my toe.
My toe in fact was as hale and hearty as a Sherpa on a Mt. Everest marathon.
What then was this?
Just a bad dream, one of those when you dream a toothache but in reality end up chewing pebbles by the dozen, or something to the affect.
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