He remembered sitting up in the amber light that bled through the shades, turning to see them lined up like chess pieces on the night stand: five teeth. He didn’t recall pulling them out, and as each had its root intact, they hadn’t broken off. Running his tongue over the five new vacancies, Wendell realized that they had been pushed out by new teeth, the points of which were quickly emerging from the gums. He had merely lined the old teeth up on the night stand.Now, he walked down the street away from the apartment building, tonguing the new teeth, which felt surprisingly sharp. He tried to remember what he was saying when he had awakened, but nothing came to him. His muttering only recalled his mother’s muttering from years earlier, when she would stay awake at night in her room, candles lit and books opened on her bed, mumbling or chanting or praying, turning from them only to shush him and tell him to go back to bed. The one dream Wendell did remember from the previous night was of trays of uncooked meat, mounds of red that seemed to breathe.
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