Wake up call

This morning I stared at a demon smiling at me through an opening in the curtains. Our gazes locked, unchanging. Then slowly his face began to change. His smile became a grin, then a sneer, and with each expansion of the mouth the face became distorted as well. The eyes became smaller, beadier, the nose more scrunched. And as the smile exploded, the face imploded, and what had been becoming increasingly evil could no longer be distinguished from the random shapes of clouds among which it was manifested.