Post Nineteen: Never Questioning

Elli

Had I known, you know, had a little warning. I could have protected myself from looking like a loon. As it were, I could not.

As soon as Morgan stepped into my room, he was bombarded by my millions of stuffed animals, figurines, and assortments.

“Sheep?” He was perplexed. I didn't blame him.

“Um...yup,” I tried to sound casual, it wasn't one of my talents.

I sat down on my bed, moving some of my many sheeptastic things too the side. Clearing a nice space for him. He hesitantly sat beside me.

“You're just full of little quirks, aren't you?”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No...” he looked around again, “so...how did this...”

“Start?” I finished, he nodded, “well, before I was even born, my Grandma bought me a stuffed sheep with a music box in it. She had a pink ribbon on her, and my Grandma told my mum she could change it to a blue on if I turned out to be a boy. But my mum was certain I'd be a girl.”

“And here you are.”

“Yeah, and I guess it just kind of caught on. Every holiday or birthday people would get me sheep things. Or if they found something neat, they'd pick it up for me,” I explained, “when I was six, we went to this fair, and they had a bunch of sheep there that they were showing. The lady running the event let me shear one of the sheep, and then wrapped the piece of wool around my wrist. I wore it until it fell off. You know if nothing's done with it, wool goes moldy, and won't hold together.”

“I did know that, yes.”

“So...yeah...that's basically it.”

“Well, you'd love Ireland.”

I got up, moving over to my nearby shelf, picking up my first lamb off of it, and bringing her back to the bed.

“Here,” I handed her to Morgan, giving him a weak smile.

“The first?”

“Lamby,” I nodded, “her ribbon came off, and when I was little my sister and I gave her an operation and removed her music box. But inside her ears is still really soft, and you can see the pink colour that the ribbon was.”

“Sister?” He repeated.

“Oh, yes,” I hesitated, “I forgot I didn't mention her. Ampersand, we call her Ami for short.”

Morgan wiggled his finger inside Lamby's ear.

“Wow, that is soft.”

I couldn't help but laugh. Everything I told him, he took so nonchalantly. Never questioning my obvious mania. It was nice to be taken so easily as face value.

I took Lamby back from him, returning her safely to the shelf.

I could never have prepared for this feeling. For him. For us. It was all so...inexplicable.

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