Tokusatsu musebox

I'm cheerfully pulling on clothes when I get my foot stuck in my pants and hop backwards past the mirror. I catch myself on the wall with a flail and a yelp, then stop to look at the mirror.

There's a scar running down my chest. But it's so much better than it was. It's barely visible, really. The doctors did a good job.

I grin, just a little. Life goes on.

"Ankh!" I holler, zipping up my pants. Better find a shirt next. "Are you ready?"

I think we're finally beginning to find some sort of peace, to settle into a new balance with each other. Everything's changed. But everything always changes, and that's all right.

There are things I need to think about long term. Decisions to make, ways to soothe some growing needs inside me. At least things have been quiet at the school. Well, as far as I know. Doesn't matter. For now, I have work at Cous Coussier, and I have this day. I have this day, and Ankh, and sunshine.

We're out walking. And things couldn't be better.