I have been men, women, animals and a multitude of shapes which combined the three. I know he’s waiting for me to figure it out for myself. Xxx He moves his hand from my hair onto my face and brushes my lids closed. He leaves a basket of miniature bath products on the vanity, having grabbed it from a supply closet as he led us to the room. “Which Greek god were you?” I whisper, my eyes still shut under the weight of my eminent sleep. It feels great be myself again, though strange also, with the alabaster-skinned stranger in bed beside me. “No! But it holds stubbornly, hiding my King’s terrible beauty behind a handsome façade. As if to belie this observation, my baby’s growing pains kick into gear while I lean against the door.
