My hand is shaking as I pull, not surprised that the mask is resisting. I put my back into it, clenching my teeth as I try to block out Mr. Mask's defeaning song. Sparks are flying, unrelenting as they hit me and burn my skin. Just how strong is this mask?!
I give it one last, pleading tug, and off it pops. It's so unexpected that I'm sent reeling backwards, the mask flying out of my hands. As it clatters onto the ground, I hear a soft sobbing, and look back to see a crying man, singing a song to celebrate his freedom. The mask disintegrates into thin air, and the endless white that I thought would never change begins to crumble, revealing a deep-hued galaxy in its wake.
The man reaches out to gently pat my head, smiling as I suddenly feel sleepy. Is this guy magical, or something? He is slowly becoming one with the galaxy, stars shimmering in his thoughtful eyes, as he blows sparkles into my face. My eyes begin to droop shut, but I feel the man take my hand in his, squeezing it firmly, still singing his song.
"Thank you."