It’s 8 am. I’ve just woken up from a refreshing night of sleep. I end my yawn with a quick smacking of my lips. Wait. Something feels wrong. I run to the mirror as fast as I can. I stop in front of the mirror. My upper lip. Where is it, I wonder frantically. It does not exist anymore. To my horror, overnight I’ve become a white person. A single tear rolls down my face onto my khaki shirt, khaki pants, and khaki shoes combo.