When I was younger, I'd hide in the space under the sink in my mom's room. I pretended I was in magical places. I still go there in my head every so often: that's where I invent Armour, and it's where all the beautiful things happen. When I talk to you, though, it's as if something from one of those worlds were plucked out and made real as flesh and tears.

Remind me next time you're over and I'll show you the space underneath the sink.