Pinch me
On processing this newfound reality and your incredible support
After waking this morning, I kept checking myself – the way I do after re-entering my body following a fugue state. I kept pinching my skin, feeling the softness of Waffle’s fluff, and petting Tug to the point where her wiggles reverberated through my body like seismic waves. Over and over again, I checked to make sure this whole situation was real.
Chec…