A couple of weeks ago I scratched myself in my sleep.
let me rephrase...I clawed myself in my sleep. clawed my face.
I was having a weird dream, which I don't remember at all, the only thing I can think of is that I must have been battling spiders in my sleep and went to fling one off my face and...voila! face clawed.
I had a lovely one inch gash from my left temple down to my cheek bone. I still have a decent-looking mark...hoping that scar will eventually fade...but what ever...it's a scar. scars are groovy. I love scars.
I hate spiders.
Prompt #52: This week, write about the thing you most loathe.