i dont like hot dogs

you.

you get woken up by a mantra of foreign thoughts, thoughts unknown yet loomed over your body by a familiar force.

your mother. you get shit out from her fertile soil and you start bitching of course. you go to sleep without a single recollection of the environment you’re surrounded by. 

you wake up again, bitching a whining and slowly blinking out your eyes. a white light. do you even know what that is? no? moving on.. a white light blinding your virgin eyes, your pure delicate eyes made of hazelnuts. 

a face appears. who the hell is that? you’re pretty sure this face is not familiar but for some weird reasons you feel a deep connection between the stranger and your own little brain.

and apparently thats your mother, warmly welcoming you with a smile that youll never forget. of course youll forget it, youre a newborn. all you think about is food and whens the next nap due. maybe some wailing like a siren too..

its not that you like those dreams anyway. dreaming of being born again in a sterile room that smells of disinfectant and saline water.

but what the fuck was that dream about? should you just go back to sleep? pretending like nothing happened?