I scrubbed my face too hard and washed it down the sink.
Blind, I tried to draw it back on. I drew two eyes, but they were so
askew I had double vision. I drew two ears or four (I'm not really
sure,) but their shape was wrong and everything was muffled. With my
nose, I made the nostrils too small; I whistled when I breathed. I
drew lips, to call for help, but I forgot wrinkles and folds, so I
couldn't make more than a mumble.
I washed it all off again. I wasn't ready to face the day.
