[ WP ] You wake up with the newfound ability to communicate with your internal organs . They have asked for a meeting .

“ Laura, we need to talk. ” 
 
 I jerked my head upright. No one else was in my bedroom, yet I clearly heard someone say something to me. “ Who ’ s there? ” 
 
 “ It ’ s your brain, Brain. Although I prefer Michelangelo now. ” 
 
 I looked around the bedroom. My television wasn ’ t on. My window looked closed. I didn ’ t share a wall with anyone. “ What? ” 
 
 “ We ’ re been meeting in secret the past couple of weeks, and we have some concerns. ” The voice sounded like the voice I used when I debated with myself. 
 
 “ Who ’ s ‘ we ’? ” 
 
 “ Myself and the rest of the internal organs. ” 
 
 It must be a dream. “ And what did you discuss? ” 
 
 “ Some of us aren ’ t happy about the path you ’ ve taken in life. Liver feels like you ’ ve been too hard on her. ” 
 
 I snorted. “ Sounds like she ’ s a lightweight. ” I hardly ever got raging drunk at parties anymore. 
 
 “ Colon wants more fiber. The Kidney Twins would enjoy more water. Mr. and Mrs. Lung would enjoy some fresh air. Pancreas has grown tired of sugar. I have a whole list here if you ’ d like me to go on. ” 
 
 I shook my head. “ No. No. That ’ s fine. ” Sounded like my dream conscious wanted me to live a healthier life. I had been watching shitty Dr. Oz marathons all week. “ What are you going to do if I don ’ t give into your demands? ” 
 
 “ We ’ ll leave and find someone better for us. ” 
 
 “ And how do you propose to do that? ” 
 
 “ Skin. ” 
 
 “ Skin? ” 
 
 “ He may be big and dumb, but he ’ s the only thing keeping us in right now, and he's on our side. ” 
 
 I laughed. “ Right. So Skin is going to leave and then you guys will crawl out? ” 
 
 A small voice that sounded like a cross between Droopy Dog and Hans Moleman spoke. “ I ’ ll never abandon you, Laura. You ’ re all I need in my life. ” 
 
 “ Shut up, Pineal Gland, ” hissed Michelangelo. “ You ’ ll do what I say when I say it. ” 
 
 “ Yes, sir, ” sighed Pineal Gland. 
 
 “ How about this? ” I said. “ How about I sleep on it. Give me a few days to mull it over. ” 
 
 No one said anything for a few seconds until Michelangelo spoke up. “ Fine, but you realize that I do all the thinking for you, and I ’ ve already made up your mind? ” 
 
 This was a really stupid dream. 
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