no more candy before bed.

i had a dream last night that i was in a crowded room with dim lights and bottles lining the walls. as i passed through the crowd bumping into people i noticed that i was losing a little piece of myself with every gentle graze. "excuse me" they would say, whether from the bump or the seizure of my flesh i could never tell. as the poison consumed me i became less and less complacent of my diminishing form until i was eye level with the spills and the chords and the cheap yet expensive looking shoes.