[ WP ] One day , you wake up . As you do your normal routine , you sense something is way off , but you ca n't put a finger on it . As you begin to brush your teeth , you look up and see your worst enemy in the mirror .

I woke slowly with a horrific headache. I pushed the whore beside me out of my bed as I stood up. `` Get the fuck out of my house,'' I mumbled. She scurried out, throwing her clothes on as she did. As I walked to the trudged my way to the washroom, I looked into the living room. There was my wife, alone on the couch. She must've gotten home from work after I got back from the bar. When I got to the toilet, I lifted the seat, leaned my hand against the wall, and received almost immediate pleasure. Piss splashed the already moldy walls as I relieved myself. I walked over to the sink and wiped the grime off the mirror. I guess I should shave. When I looked into the mirror, my blank, pale face looked back at me. I had to look away, it made me fucking sick.
