Metamorphosis

 What happened to you during your transition?

I don't know, it was the strangest of occurances. I mentally kept sliding back into another time, a different dimension. I had no control over the sensation, it crept up on me out of the blue.

 No matter where I was, in the shower, driving, drinking coffee on my terrace - I felt as if I was experiencing some kind of flashback, running it through in slow motion like a video recording.  The feeling affected me physically too. Horror, panic, rapid heartbeat -  and then I would feel a burning sensation surging through my veins, burst into tears and the finale was to actually throw up!

  I fell asleep after one of these episodes and woke up to a bright light in my darkened room, the blindingly white flashes of lightening, accompanied by horrendous thunder. I sat on the side of the bed, the power cut out but the room was lit well enough by the lightening bolts. I didn't feel any fear which is unusual for me.  I eventually fell into a deep sleep. In the morning the sun shone brightly through the uncovered windows. I was laying upside down on my bed, head towards the footboard. I sat up and a feeling of happiness surged through me. The transition was complete. I just knew.

I ran down your stairs, I was convinced you had done something. But there you were, the sunlight on your face, in your hair, smiling, laughing almost.  I knew then we had to be in this thing together, I never wanted to leave your side ever again. And that you had all the answers.

Oh Frenchy, I wish I did. but I don't.

But you do my Tiny Fair. You do.

So now what?

Well I have gotten you into a fine mess haven't I?

You sure have. 

Think back to St James's Place.

What about it?

The art gallery.

What was in there?

Not what, but who?