The soft light of a familiar sun rises above the invisible line in the sky Man has created. Delicate shades of orange and yellow dance on my wide windows. I don’t stir. I don’t, until a soft chirp breaks the silence. There is another one. And with a dramatic crescendo, a throbbing, visceral ringing sounds beside my head; it travels like a racehorse into my eardrum and gallops into my brain. My eyes slowly peel open, it’s morning. The sun sets off on its journey westward as I slink out of bed. Stumbling to the mirror, like I do every morning, I observe the hollowness of my face. There is a deep black and purple bruise stretching from right below my bottom eyelashes until right below my emaciated eyebrows. I stare until my eyes disintegrate into the black void, spreading like a virus. A large black divot replaces my nose. It has an odd shape, like an upside down heart. I caress my new facial arrangement, feeling the thin, brittle bone on the pads of my fingers. The flesh evaporates. Finally, bringing my fingers to my mouth, I expect to feel the warm sensation of my lips; but like grapes, they shrivel into my skull. My hands, vibrating with the sensation of human bone, jump to my scalp. Whatever hair I have left is thinning quickly. It falls like water from my head as the hair follicles tighten, close, and vanish. I feel it again: smooth cold bone. What has happened to me? Diving to the ground, I try and collect my hair, but it’s all gone. Was it ever even there? Instantly, my face tightens, my brow bones furrow and the heaving sobs begin. Taking my sleeve, I go to wipe my tears but it’s bone dry. I don’t have eyes anymore. I am skeletal.
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