The mask hanging on the shelf...

...It had been hers for such a long time. She peered over her shoulder... Soup Lady was sleeping. She turned towards the mask again, staring menacingly back at her. Should she take it again? It had thrived by forcing her to wear it... But maybe she should keep it on, as a reminder of worse times, to be more careful. She pondered for a long while before taking her choice; The mask came on smoothly, made exactly to fit her head, and she felt excited when it was on.

Quickly, she returned to her bed and slept a while, tomorrow would be a long day.