Hallmark Propaganda

I try to tell him I don't love him. He won't listen. He throws a tome on my desk, and the thud shakes the whole building. I open it. The pages are made of frosted glass, with something red written behind them. I can't make it out, but the concept reminds me of a Hallmark store on Valentine's day.

I awake with the word "subcutaneous" stuck in my head, such that I have to look it up to make sure it's real.

subcutaneous:
1. situated or lying under the skin, as tissue.
2. performed or introduced under the skin, as an injection by syringe.
3. living below the several layers of skin, as certain parasites.