Streaks of black trailed from its eyes, a puddle of black liquid at the ledge where the latex began. Xxx It stumbled closer towards the mirror, still shaking. The now familiar sound of latex squeaking could be heard from inside its skull. I reached up to the counter with one hand, and began to stand with the support of the counter. There MUST be some kind of seam somewhere. I looked closer in the mirror and saw the leopard had a pitch black outline around its eyes. I continued to remove the tears from my eyes, until the latex leopard in the mirror became clear again. I sat down to free one of my hands to feel the top of my head.
