The girl lifts her arm, sunlight passing through her fingers. What a lovely day today. A lovely day to do nothing. Still lying in bed, she reaches for a doll-like lump, hanging upside down off the edge.

The Girl touches her face, now shielded by a piece of paper.
The mask sits awkwardly, straining to hold on. “Lift your head, scrunch your nose, puff your cheeks. That’s how you keep it in place,” she recites to herself.

Seven pairs of eyes find the scissors. Nobody says a word.

She just wants to live. Here, where the world is made of fluff.

In a distant land nearby, there is a place where growing up means learning to fit inside a suit that was never made for you.