Dazed n confused

I woke up this morning with half my face stained red. It was upsetting to say the least. In part because of my initial surprise to find a blood colored parasitic splotch overtaking my right cheek. I thought the worst and subsequently panicked. I learned two things in the early summer hour of 9am: deep red sheets have a tendency to bleed when one drools on them and the freaking indelibility of the stain unwavers. I sit here now, hours later (hours!), still with a faint amoebic redness across half of my face. I look unfit for society.