The Return of Loose Teeth wsg/ Mother Night
It’s been a minute. Nearly three years, actually. But it hasn’t felt that long since the last time you had a nightmare of this proportion. I know you thought you nipped it in the bud, but there’s always been a trace of suspicion that those dreams would come back. What was it this time? Of course. L’esprit de l’escalier strikes again. As you laid in bed, you replayed that conversation over and over with a series of bon mots that you couldn’t quite drum up when you needed them and you drifted into sleep aggravated, frustrated, tossing, and turning. What a fitful night. The MOTHER of all NIGHTs, you might say. And it effected your dreams. You never thought it would happen again, but woke up and realized that it was inevitable that you’d see THE RETURN OF LOOSE TEETH. Embrace it, won’t you?