i kinda love how big of a deal it is that rumi allows mira into her bedroom. the way mira knocks first and waits for rumi to answer. the way mira tries to play it off but ends up sounding like nothing means more to her in the world than being granted entry to rumi’s threshold. this is a hard boundary and both she and zoey are well familiar with it. i’ve thought a lot about how difficult it must have been to live with two people that you can’t ever let see you with even an inch of bare arm, how you’d have to check your appearance thoroughly before leaving your private space, how your private space can turn into something of a prison when it’s the only space that you’re allowed to actually relax in—and even then, never completely; the lock i imagine is on the bathroom door, the way your heart would leap (and not in a good way) every time there came a knock at your door. and like they say about old habits. at what point would rumi’s fight or flight response to having somebody coming into her private space when she’s actually got nothing more to hide subside, and let her just enjoy the moment with them?
