All I could see was this dream catcher with three plastic figures hanging from the back of their necks and what seemed like red melted plastic to make it seem as of it was blood. And for hours it just spinned, spinned and spinned. When the alarm went off, I rose off the bed and walked up to the coffee maker with what probably seemed like a daunting look on my face, almost as of to whisper, "I will be back..". And ever since, whenever I glance up at the mirror, I see this smile on my lips that seem more like a smirk than anything else. I examin it from every angle in the mirror. It beams at me even when I am not watching.