Finally healing from this ridiculous sunburn. Entered into the itchiest stage imaginable. My back is shredded. I am exhausted. My bed a mess of dried bits of me. A cloner's wet dream. My DNA turning to dust on my sheets.

J shaved my head yesterday, turning me into a different version of myself.

And we walked....like a dream of mine to say, "Let's go for a walk." And a leisurely stroll around town taken. My good idea an attempt to match all of hers.

It is so good, this thing, that it is like everything has lead up to this. Everything else was just practice. It probably couldn't have happened at another time -- certainly I wasn't ready, but now, somehow, here I am. And here we are.

I am exhausted, and lack the delicate touch to make the words feel right.

"If you can hear a piano fall, you can hear me coming down the hall...."