Multiple closets for different needs. Overkill.
I used to be someone.
I suppose you're right about some perspectives. Just a few weeks ago, I thought you were a dickhead.
Awareness There is a dark place. A place where I have no eyes, no mouth. No words. I can't cry out because I have no breath. The silence is so deep I want to die. But I can't. The darkness and silence go on forever. It is not a dream. I don't dream.
I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.
He believes me. But that is nothing new. He always did because I was a rule follower. I played by the rules he understood. But there are new rules now, ones he doesn't know yet. He'll learn. Just as I'm learning.