that moment when I'm washing my face before bed and there's soap and water on my eyelids so I can't quite open them; but I tilt my head up to face the mirror, reach for my towel, and dry off my face. For that instant before I open my eyes, anything can happen. There could be an axe murderer right behind me that I won't notice until I see him in our reflection. The electricity could have gone off and I could open my eyes to complete darkness. Or I might just see a clean but drippy hair-shoved-back version of my face.
Either way, I love that I open my eyes not knowing.
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