My hand falls back against my chest and I flinch at the unexpected texture. My skin almost feels like clay. My fingers travel to my face and pinch the soft skin beneath my eye. For a moment I toy around with the thought of peeling off the skin like a piece of clay. "That's silly, isn't it?" I mutter to the little flat person hung on my wall. The silence that returns my question prompts me to switch off the lamp and pull the blanket over my head.
