Good morning! The mirror shows me myself, one day older. Fine lines and wrinkles will form into deep cracks and ditches one day, but for now they’re fame. I smile and rub the wash over my skin. Then the lotion. Then the other lotion. Then the other. Then, I’m ready to go about my day.

As I turn from the mirror, though, I think I see someone else. That’s not me - is it? The same person who I knew ten, twenty years ago? I look different but all the same. Inside, I feel mostly the same as I always have, at least recently. Yet, who is wearing this mask of me I see in the glass?

And I notice, with cheeks glistening from the lotion, that the mask is slipping.