It's a snake! A tiny one, but still.. a disgusting-looking snake. I scream at the top of my lungs. I yell at my mom to hurry but she takes her slow time coming from the kitchen even though I'm right there!!
She walks slowly towards me and grabs the snake. I tell her to throw it outside immediately. She won't do it. She's just holding it as it gets longer and longer and twists around her wrists. At this point, I'm cursing profusely and crying. I can't yell. Nothing comes out of my mouth. I try and try to yell for to put it outside but she wants to keep it roaming free inside of the apartment. I start crying even more and try to yell but can't.
My mom then sees how upset I am about it and agrees to put it outside.
And then... I wake up.
