He doesn't like it when I talk about the concrete room.
Instead I got a song and a kiss and I was held and I was asked if I was okay and what was wrong and it was exhaustion and heat and headaches and thinking about The Future and all the usual things that grow from a gently lapping surf into a fucking tsunami in the space of a few hours.
Maybe you should wall up the room. Maybe he's right.
Maybe it's just a thing and you should leave it alone, Ben.
I try to. Just...the look on your face, princess.
But the room is closed, mostly, when Ben is home. I get a reprieve from the ghosts. A break from the fear and someone big and strong to take away the cow I had yesterday. Cows are heavy. They take up lots of space. Way more than one single small princess with her very full head and her boys around her.
Wonder what I have to conjure to get PJ to rematerialize.
Probably a goat.
We like goats.
And zombies.
I'm a zombie today. But it could be worse.
I could be a goat.
Or a cow.
But not a ghost.
