I lay down, tired. I imagine a bullet having been shot through my head. It is lodged somewhere deep inside my brain. It has squished those grey cells. It has punctured that wriggly outer layer of my brain. It has shattered my skull into tiny fragments. It has ruptured the skin above it. And the blood oozes. The blood flows down my temple. I touch it with a finger. The finger comes off read. A pearly red drop at the tip of my finger.