::TRANSFIGURATION::The top of my head hit the open cabinet door's corner, and as I uncontrollably squealed in pain, my hands went up to clutch the site of the injury. I sobbed, making small, wretched noises, and the pain died down: it had seeped from my eyes, transformed from electrochemical signals into saline, flowed from my crown to my tear ducts. The pain spattered on my arms and dripped to my elbows. I washed it down the sink and wiped it away with a towel.