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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.

Oh shit.

Where even was I? I didn't recognize the room I was in... Was I in some sort of basement? There were these giant, blurry doors.

I felt woozy and laid back down again.

"Mom! Moooom!" I noticed my pounding headache as I realized I was on the floor, looking into my toddler's big, worried eyes. "Are you ok??" I blinked, hard.

"Uhhh, yeah, Justin." Looking down at the knife, I was still slightly panicked. "What the heck happened?!"

"You don't remember, mom?"

"No....I don't."

"Dad came in, he had a snake from the back yard with him. You tried to pet it but it bit you instead."

....It took me awhile to try and remember what he was saying. And when I did... "SHAWN!!!! DID - ow my head - WHERE is the SNAKE!?" I tried to push myself off of the floor, and I leaned on the cabinets - those things that I thought were doors - behind me.

"But...what about the knife?? Did I... Did I kill it??" I asked Justin.

"Mooom, with a butter knife?? That's just jelly fron our PB&J wraps for lunch, silly."

Upon closer inspection, I realized, oh. Dang. It really was just a raspberry jammed knifed. Delicious.


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