A nondescript face floating through what heaven may be like. Is it looking at me or gazing just past me? Can it even see at all?? Its presence is painful, but I can not stop staring at it. Beautiful and terrifying at the same time? No, it is looking at me and somehow everything else all at the same time. I can feel its sight piercing me like light through a glass. Maybe it is looking for what pattern I will make against the wall.