I woke up this morning with an eye on the back of my hand. You might think it’s just a line, only two inches long at that, but I know what it is. An eye, waiting to open. I taped it shut, three strips to keep it closed, but I don’t know how long that’s going to work. I don’t know what will happen, when it opens; it might seem ridiculous to you, this fear I have, but I know in my bones that I do not want that eye to open. I don’t want it there at all, but the thought of looking down and seeing it open…it chills me to the bone.