"You were grinding your teeth again last night," my husband said as he glared at me from across the bed."I was not," I protested. "You were dreaming.""To dream, one has to be asleep," he explained. "That's something I wasn't able to do last night with all that grinding going on.""Oh come on," I said. "How loud could it be?""Air horn. Sonic boom. Front row at a Metallica concert. "I furrowed my brow. Then I shifted my jaw. It wasn't sore. My teeth didn't ache. And I felt very [...]
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