Horny

There’s a horn growing out of my head. It started about a month ago with what felt like a dry patch of skin at my hairline above my right temple. But it has progressed into something that I can no longer deny. I’m turning into a non-human. Something Godlike. The way I figure it, I’ve got about another week before everyone I interact with in person stops believing that the bandage covering the lump on my head is the result of playing with the dog in December. I haven’t gone to my doctor yet because I fear what she’ll say: that I’m transforming and that the clock is ticking before they erect a permanent wing for me at Ripley’s Believe it or Not.

There are moments when I can feel it move. Like it’s got its own agenda. Like it’s not really a horn at all, but an antenna. Only, there’s just the one. For now.