Shell

One day Romy and I fell under the weather and took a nap. I awoke abruptly after speaking with Romy at the foot of an ancient staircase and said: “What did you mean by that?”

At the foot of those stairs Romy had either said she wasn’t in her human form, or that she wasn’t in her real form.

A few days later I asked Romy again what she meant, stating that I didn’t feel I fully knew her, and wanted to see through her polite and protective shell.

We talked about being trans. She said that when she feels very sad it’s like she’s in between worlds. The space between us was opened and infused with heaviness, sweetness and magnetism.