Day 46. (i went back to may and numbered some...)

we had to start with an ordinary sentence and then make it weird. :3
Everyday Story

Hal stroked his eyebrow thoughtfully. It was a nervous habit, a simple action he'd done a thousand times, but this time his fingers tangled in his bushy unibrow. He pulled, at first gently and then harder, panicking when they remained firmly stuck. "Danny! DANNY, I need you!" Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that his brother was probably lying on his bed, zoning out to Rachmanioff and Mahler. He ran out of the room with his hands still trapped, running like a streaker covering their genitals, except he was covering his eyebrows. He ran to Danny's room, not caring about the strange look his brother gave him: "Danny, look, look at me!"
And then the eyebrows disconnected from his face, not like a pluck but a separation. He felt other things peeling off; was that a layer of skin off his nose, thick like rubber. His weirdly dense mustache came off too; he kept pulling, guiltily, like one plays with sunburned skin. His glasses, the big black thick ones he'd had since before he could remember, were connected to the eyebrows and the nose and the mustache—how had he never noticed that he had a face on top of his face? It was almost all off now, his facial features—or what he thought were his facial features—attached into some sort of mask. Danny watched in horror, scooted all the way to the headboard of his bed.
With one final pull, the mask was off.
Hal blinked with new eyes, crumpled his new nose, felt the raw new eyebrows. Or, rather, the old eyes, the old nose: these were his real features. Neater eyebrows,
Danny was still speechless.
Hal turned to go, feeling strangely free.
"Mom?" He walked down the stairs.
"Mom, are you there?" He was holding the mask up. She turned from her book, then dropped it on the kitchen table.
"Oh honey, why'd you take it off?"
"Wait, you knew about this? Did you put it on me? Did you or did you not glue a Groucho Marx disguise on my face?"
She looked uncomfortable, then nodded sadly.
"We had to, honey. Witness Protection doesn't do shit."