A Play in the Theatre.
I could smile as my crisp teeth brighten the surgery room. The general anaesthesia creeps inside you, and knocks you out the 1st round of battling with a fractured collar. But it is pleasing to watch how I blow the candles heat away, transforming its light to a humane essence.
You can barely see my ripped muscles covered in stubborn fat to keep me warm at night. Just smile. That is all I can say.