If I Was A Worm

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

Lee rolled over in bed to find himself nose to nose with Tania, his girlfriend of almost a year.

Tania looked back at him without a hint of guile in her expression.

Lee sighed and closed his eyes. He had been expecting this question. Dreading it, even. By all accounts, the only “right” way to answer was basically to lie.

“What?” He said, buying time.

Tania averted her eyes in feigned nonchalance.

“I dunno, I just feel like if I was born as a worm, you wouldn’t like me.”

Lee spent some time carefully assembling a truthful answer.