A few hours later, I stand in the cool white space of my bathroom, staring at my freshly-showered reflection in the mirror. I’m wrapped in a towel, another one twisted around my hair, and I can’t stop…looking at myself.
Wondering if I’m…different somehow.
I drop my towel and pull the other from my head with a frustrated sigh, turning and trying to get a look at my naked body in the mirror from different angles, working to truly see…
But then I give up, glaring at myself in the mirror a little bit. Because I know that I don’t look different – not really, not at all. Because that’s impossible.
But I do know that, inside…I am different. Things have changed – I have changed. And I don’t know at all how I feel about it.
Everything just feels so…strange. And new. When I had left the ho
