I dozed off and dreamed…

I was pulling off pieces of my face (which sounds more violent than it looked).

They were like tiny mosaic tiles or maybe chips of painted porcelain.

In fact, it felt incredibly liberating to shed their weight.

Unfortunately, the vantage point of the dream kept zooming away, so I couldn’t see the finished product.

But it seemed like underneath was just a faint glow; there was no person in there at all.

I thought, “Well, that figures,” and felt nothing in particular about it.

Then, I woke up.