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I wake up in my bed. My teeth hurt. I licked them and felt the texture on their surface was not clean and smooth like they are supposed to. There was something dirty on them, leaving them textured and tasting like iron. I walk downstairs to look in a mirror. It is evening, but there is just enough dim light to let me see my mouth. Red of blood, my lips opened to show my deformed and fully blood-covered teeth - at least the few I had. My set of teeth was shaped like a rabbit's. I went into the kitchen where my mother said I must have grabbed and chewed apart this weird salt grinder-like wooden thing while I slept. I went into the living room and sat in the couch with the salt shaker thing in my hands. My father walked in and asked what happened to my teeth, so I explained what I must have been doing while sleeping.