The skin on her face has red blotches and dark circles hang under her blood shot eyes. Her body’s softness is interrupted by cold hair follicles. With tightened skin she glances at her hair. Sleep decided to style her gold brown hair in hilarious positions. Filled with disgust she wants to turn away. But miniature cracks in the mirror start snaking their way from the center of her throat and obscure her body, distorting her image. A shattered mirror reflects her glaring face in bits and pieces. She blinks. Her reflection is back to normal and no more likable than it was before.

Her chipped nails reach up and rub her face, trying to wipe the sleep from her expression. Then they rake down her face, tearing off her skin. Rainbow blood slips from the scratches that erase her face. Thin eyelashes blink from behind the watercolor swirls that cover her face. Ocean eyes stare as her skin peels at the cracks. Then the eyes blink again. And she’s greeted with her normal, blotchy, tired face and grimaces.