What horrid dreams:
I pulled off my face, and there you were beneath the skin. How often did I suspect us? There was something about the mirror, some furtive way I wouldn’t meet my gaze. That was the secret you tried to hide behind those smiles. I’ve been chasing you all my life, and you weren’t there. You weren’t anywhere but here, were you?
Now my face is in my hands, and I don’t know my reflection anymore. Who have I been wearing like a mask? Who have I been all these years?
I wake up sweating in my bed.
Tale Told 