At night I felt tired so I went to sleep. At 9:50 in the morning, I woke up feeling heavy. My skin itched. I choose not to mind it. I got up and went to the kitchen. I opened my fridge. An abhorrent aroma flowed into the air. My house was clean. One of the cleanest houses you could ever find. But that fridge smelled worse than a rotting corpse. I grabbed the milk. I started drinking it. And I felt the same delirious feeling that I always felt when drinking milk. The feeling of something sinking down my gullet and delibering into my stomach. I started to feel queasy. I passed out only to wake up in a place full of franticness and delusions. The floor was dirtied with dirt and dust. The opened fridge was full of crawling pests. I felt rage. My enchanting home became a disgusting pigsty. I got up from the floor. I glared at the milk. The milk was spoiled and full of bugs, and maggots. I ran to the bathroom just to encounter the most monstrous thing I had ever seen. I saw myself in the mirror. But it wasn’t me. I only saw a monster with a distorted, and bumpy body, an irregular large stomach, a face that I could no longer recognize. I looked at myself for hours. My porcelain skin looked thrashed. I wanted to see what was under my skin. I needed to see it. How could a beautiful figure change so drastically? I smashed the mirror into pieces. I grabbed one of the larger pieces and slashed my bizarre-looking stomach. What I saw mesmerized me. Millions of bugs seeped out of my body. Spreading all over the floor of my ravishing home. While seeing that the only thing that crossed my mind was that it was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. My home was finally perfect.