When the sun rises in the morning, it seems all
pure and innocent. Until it blinds you and you can't see straight. Wafting the
scent of the lemon juice, attacking my nostrils like a million bugs crawling
into your nasal cavity. Next step was taking a sip, as it reached
my lips, I could already feel the burning sensation as it travelled into my
mouth.
The pungent bitter taste hits my tongue like the
war of 1812. Swirling the concoction around, my mouth is burning as if a dragon
was living inside of it. Just waiting to breathe its fiery flame. The bitter
sauce rolling around the sides of my cheeks similar to a race track. Looking
into my Dixie cup, I still have a little bit left. The foggy, pale yellow
fluid just sitting there, waiting to be absorbed. When it sloshes about in my
oral cavity it is the similar sound to using mouth wash.
Realizing the little amount I have, I ask myself,
“Do I want to go through that again?” Being the courageous person I am, I once
again take the plunge and that is when the dragon acts up again. And I think to
myself, “I have officially regretted doing this.”
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