A Lot of Pressure Being Black

As a child, I was curious - not so much afraid - about the possibility that my parents weren't human. I'd lie awake in bed at night, wondering if - after they tucked my brother and me in - they would take their faces off and be robots or lizard people or aliens or something. I would sneak down and peek around the corner of the stairs sometimes to check and see that they did, in fact, still have human faces. Once back in bed I'd wonder if - being robots or some such - they might have some way of sensing my approach, giving them time to put their faces back on. I think I must've seen part of an episode of "V" or something at some point.