A Prayer to the Porcelain God The touch of cold linoleum against the bare skin of my chest awoke me from my deep sleep. I tried to open my eyes but the shine of bright lights off of the newly polished white porcelain halted my attempts. Where was I? How did I get here? Confused at my situation, I tried once more to open my eyes, this time succeeding. My body ached like I had …showed first 75 words of 841 total…

…showed last 75 words of 841 total…to pas…. “Who’s that?” “Oh that’s just Josh.” “Ha ha ha, I heard that he puked and passed out after three beers in the upstairs bathroom, and when Michelle tried to go in, he tried to change his voice so she wouldn’t know it was him.” “Damn, what a loser, I feel bad for him in school on Monday.” “Yeah for real, come on lets go inside and tell everyone.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **Bibliography**