The room was as black as Onyx. It was an uneasy slumber. A blind baby mouse was attracted to the heat abandoning my mouth as yet another nightmare played in my head. Seeking warmth, he climbed into the crevice and situated himself on my taste buds. His fur tickled the roof of my mouth and his claws scraped the enamel of my teeth. He welcomed each breath that warmed him.
Skeletal, the blind mouse yearned to fill his gut. He couldn’t find anything until he stepped further into the back of my mouth. His whiskers registered my uvula and teased the back of my throat. He thought he had stumbled upon a feast. His teeth punctured my uvula, causing me to awake from my previous nightmare and bellow with unimaginable pain. Startled, the blind mouse bit even harder and severed the uvula. I, too, was startled and accidentally swallowed the blind mouse.
He had had his last meal as he traveled slowly down my esophagus, trying to use his claws on the tissue to prevent the fall. He met his demise in a pool of gastric acid. He died on a full stomach, nonetheless.
