Dear Diary,
I was sleeping.
Sweet, peaceful, angelic sleep.
The kind where you dream of warm blankets and snacks that fall from the sky.
And then.
It happened.
Without warning. Without mercy.
Reggie placed his butt directly next to my face and dropped it like it was hot.
I never saw it coming.
I never smelled it coming—until it was already inside my soul.
I woke up confused, betrayed, and choking on what I can only describe as evil.
Dad immediately started laughing.
Not a normal laugh.
The kind of laugh where a human loses control of their body and wheezes like they’ve just heard the funniest joke ever told on Earth.
Mom said,
“I hope she doesn’t get pink eye.”
PINK. EYE.
Excuse me???
What does that MEAN?
Is my eye going to turn pink?
Is it going to fall out?
Is this how dogs die???
Was this Reggie’s plan all along???
I tried to move, but I was still groggy and emotionally shattered. Reggie, meanwhile, walked away like nothing happened. No apology. No shame. No eye contact.
Just confidence.
I spent the rest of the day blinking aggressively and checking my reflection in every shiny surface. My eye seems… normal. For now. But I don’t trust it.
I will never sleep peacefully again.
I will always know that danger can come from behind.
Literally.
Goodnight, Diary.
I’m sleeping with one eye open now.
— Arya
Victim of Chemical Warfare
Survivor
Still Smells It 🐶💨😳