I hide my face in my mask

And close my eyes slightly

Just enough to only have my eyelashes in vision

They remind me of my femininity

I feel iv lost sight of it recently

The cool February breeze blesses my ears and face

The mask won't protect me, but I don't mind

It's not warm, but completely depleted of the harsh numbness it had given my fingers yesterday

It feels comforting, but weirdly hollow

I feel a moment of bliss

Then pull my mask down to the bridge of my nose and finish my test