It was a fairly normal day, to the outside eye.
We had walked, talked, shopped. We ate great food at our favourite place and we came how to curl up on the sofa.
I’m really not sure, on reflection, how it came about.
Had it been building for some time?
Or was it like a switch?
Like a cosmic shift?
Like the numbers on a clock ticking over to read 00.00?
A new beginning.
However it came about, it was as sure and as silently deafening as the dawning of the sun on a new day.
It was as all-consuming as a dive into a cold sea.
I was different.
I walked to the mirror and yes, sure enough. I saw not my flesh, or my skin, or my clothes or my hair.
I saw only me.
And I said to my body softly, “I want to be your friend.”
The reply resounded through me…
“I have been waiting my whole life for this.”