“How?! How? How did this happen? I put on so much sunscreen” I exclaim, the warm scent of coconut & shea butter still wafting from my now reddened skin. I look down begrudgingly at my arm, the blotchy red fading into pale tan as the skin progresses around the underside of my forearm. I reach out to touch with the other, my fingertips sticking the now hot iron that hold the place of my baked epidermis, leaving a lasting streak of white with its impression. Even just lightly hovering above my burnt skin I can feel the embedded heat rising, radiating my regret into my opposite hand.