Where am I?

I wake up in a crowd of strangers.

Everyone is wearing a mask, scarf, bandana; some variety of face covering. Their eyes are showing. And they’re all blade of spring grass green. It’s hard to tell without the blatancy of mouth descriptors if these beings are angelic or mean.

Oh shit… I peep a pesto bismol colored bandana hanging from my neck. I never wanted any of this. I hate the color pink.

Do I even belong here?

My favorite color is green but my eyes don’t match the crowd. I’m a campfire log dark smoky eye and I’m counting moments until they notice.