The excitation is due.

Finally, she had that dream where her teeth fall out. Standing in a courtyard, a square block of sun burning white bricks whiter. She was waiting for something to arrive, staring past the courtyard to the drive. And to the sound of fountain water falling, her hands shook and her teeth wobbled out, their fall and tick on the bricks drowned out by the endless patter of drops in the pool.

Her face fell off. And what she was waiting for arrived then, a dark car with black windows. The sun slick on its paint and drooling over its doors as they closed behind a pair of shoes. Her clothed knees burned against the brick as she tried to peck her teeth, and her fingernails scraped and nicked in the cracks. But there were too many for her to hold.

When she woke, the soft of her jaw against the bed held clenched and hard. She loosed it for her daylight. Though, "I had that dream again," she said after the next. Teeth falling out and hanging loose. Her face fell off, and she wanted to know, did she feel it anymore?