Also, what's always on your mind when your own skin is a separate being:
"Now she is with me, always. I cannot exist without her. I am swaddled like a helpless infant in her embrace, every second of my life. If my skin had a will of her own, she might one day grow tired of me. For her, killing me would be simplicity itself. Or perhaps she might have her own ideas of what she wanted to do. She could torture me into compliance simply by lifting one arm and exposing me to the air."