“Oh my God, are you wearing makeup to the open house?”

“Huh?” I snap out of my daze and glance up at my friends. “No.”

“You look like you’re wearing blue eye shadow!”

I’m not.

“So what is it then?”

I inhale deeply through my nose, close my eyes, and raise my eyebrows. “I dunno. Are they really blue, or are you guys being annoying?”

I go see for myself. A face stares me down in the bathroom mirror, void of expression. A few wispy curls poke out of the reflection’s ponytail and frizz creeps its way onto the forehead. The eyelids are light blue around the edges, so light that I’d have thought I fell asleep on the watercolor painting I made in art history. But I know better. I’ve barely slept at all lately.

“It’s my veins,” I sigh as I return to my friends.

They laugh. “You’re kidding. That’s terrible. You need to get some sleep!”

My eyes droop. Uh huh.

I need to get some sleep.