I do actually have a twin. That’s what makes having a twin inside me so interesting; I do not talk to my real twin when my internal twin is all too talkative.

He has added to his repertoire. I sat down yesterday night, unable to get comfortable, my joints aching and legs spasming up a storm, or song, and looked at my feet.

They had become elephant feet.

The muscles in my ankles and my feet had swollen as if they were angry that I had made them walk at all. I knew it was the twin, this thing inside me that wants to control my body.

This was a new trick and not one that I take kindly to. I keep thinking there must be some way to trick him, this twin inside me; but I always come around to the same realization:

It is impossible to trick your own body.