Shell

One day Jack and I felt under the weather and took a nap. I awoke abruptly after speaking with Jack at the foot of an ancient staircase and said: “What did you mean by that?”

At the foot of those stairs Jack had either said she wasn’t in her human form, or that she wasn’t in her real form.

A few days later I asked Jack again what she meant, stating that I didn’t feel I fully knew her, and wanted to see through her polite and protective shell.

She mentioned some darker details from her past and said that when she feels very sad it’s like she’s in between worlds. The space between us was opened and infused with heaviness, sweetness and magnetism.