I awoke to a horrible headache. Reaching for my glasses, I hear them fall from the table to the floor. I swear as I bend over to pick them up. The headache causes me to fall from the bed. I'm too miserable to get up so I lay on the floor, drinking in the coolness of the linoleum floor.

I tried to remember if I went drinking last night. I came up with nothing after making sure my alarm was turned off. Slowly, I realized it was Saturday morning, and I had probably caught something. What was that thing the TV said was hitting everyone? Filo - something? Sibling to Ebola or something like that. I take a deep breath and force myself to my feet, shuffling to the bathroom.

I do my morning essential. I get in the shower, and as the water runs down my face, I close my eyes. Something felt off. I felt my head, and there wasn't the soft poof of hair there. My brain came to sudden alertness and I looked at the floor of my shower. There was hair everywhere! I suddenly shut the water off. I looked through all my shampoos and conditioners....None smelled any different. I hadn't used any of them yet, but I still didn't think I had spread myself with Nair in my sleep.

I dry off, noticing all of the hair on my body is gone. Not even near my genitals. I flinch as I peer into the mirror. A pink-skinned horror staring back at me. Even my teeth looked different. Somehow brighter, and not the yellowish brown I was used to. And my eyes! No longer the slits I had seen as a child. Now they are large and round...and have white in them.

The room started spinning and a black tunnel began closing in.

I awoke sometime later, my head on the floor and my feet wrapped around the toilet. I knew I had the Filo disease, whatever they were calling it. It was horrible. I had lost all of my hair! My skin had lightened, and my teeth and eyes were so foreign. I planted my face in my now-pink hands. I felt a little stubble on my jawline. "Perhaps I'm overreacting," I hoped. Looking in the mirror, I saw some hair growing on my face. Not the normal, soft, flowing brown I was used to. It was a thick, black, scratchy thing. This disease was merciless. I was no longer the same Sasquatch I had always thought myself to be. I was something new, and I hated it.