For hours, while Reece slept, I painted. I’d glance at myself in the mirror then use my paintbrush to recreate my image on canvas. When I was finished, I stepped back to take in the final piece. While I’d left Reece unchanged, the merman had been replaced with a perfect rendition of myself. A beautiful blue-green kraken with a billowing parachute of tentacles below his waist embraced his human mate underwater. They stared at one another lovingly, knowing that they’d make the journey back to the surface—together.
CRYINNNNGGGGG
