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The light shone down on me from above. It seemed much hotter this time than the last. I wanted to melt. Suddenly, I did melt. I felt my hair begin to stick to my head, and then I felt the sliding begin. The sliding was the worst. It wasn’t so much painful in the physical sense as it was unfathomable to the mind. I was melting. As my eyebrows dripped bit by bit to the floor, I wondered what would happen when my brain melted, if I would continue to feel anything. Well, when it started, I certainly did feel something. The nervous center isn’t located anywhere near the top of your head. I felt my head melt down. When the contents of my mind began to spill to the ground it did feel painful. I could see most of it. My eyes appeared impervious to this gruesome death. The odd thing (if my head melting was discounted from being “odd”) was that I never saw my mind drip, I saw memories. I saw fleeting images that I held close to me fall with a splash. I watched as my first kiss from sixth grade splattered on my shoes, and I watched the river of my first drinking binge flow down my arm. I think I was screaming. I have no idea.