She barely noticed the caricature pilot. Headset. Aviators. Hat.  

It was dawn. I looked in the mirror. I was shocked.

I never looked in the mirror much. Even as a teen. Even on my wedding day.  

Never found myself especially interesting. Not handsome. Not ugly. Somewhere in the vast plainness in between. 

I’d sometimes share my biggest beauty tips: Never clean your mirror. And only look in the dim light of dawn or dusk.

That morning at dawn my mirror was somehow clean. The light was on, too. 

I was shocked. 

I was a skeleton.