Oh, Marisa... Ah~! Don't- Not there... No! You b-baka, I said no.. Ah, M-Marisa- No- not in there! Not with the snake!
Suddenly, a huge black snake head with retarded looking eyes materialized over her.
HAVE YOU READ YOUR SICP TODAY?
It said in a booming, ear piercing hiss. Alice shot up in a cold sweat and the snake disappeared in a cloud of parentheses before she could make out what it was. It was another one of those nightmares, she thought.
Alice took the butterfly dream pills from her nightstand, and popped one from the capsule into her hand. The puddle of piss under her soaked through to the sheets, so she rolled over to the other side of the bed. The dolls would clean it up in the morning.
She gulped her medication down with the cold tea that had been sitting there overnight, forgotten. The tea was bitter, and left a film in the roof of her mouth.