I lie down on the table as I put my trust into the artist's hands, and close my eyes. Darkness surrounds me as vast and deep as the ocean of gel which my face drowns in. Coldness drips down my face as it forms into an image of Me. The image, clinging on to me begins to harden. It surrounds and closes in on me.
Space gets real tight.
I take deep breaths. Deeper, and deeper. I can hardly breathe. Release me from this bondage, from this restraint. Finally, the dull image of me is lifted off my face.