Knock, knock.

She opened the door and was greeted by a man with a coat whose color clashed severely with his hair color. He wore an inviting smile and had a glass balanced upon an upturned hoof. The other had a strap around it attached to a fancy looking bottle with no label on it.

“May I help you?”

“You may. More importantly, I think I may help you. You’ve undoubtedly had a shitty last five years. Or three, however many it was.”

“Three.”

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I hadn’t seen anything like what happened in the last month. One day to the next, keeping in a stable, yet safe and secure position will not be easy. I go jogging by the creek one morning, then find myself wobbling at the break of dawn on another. I find myself in an entirely new body I am unfamiliar with, and crawl under several trees in the shade on reflex until I can figure it out.

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