Luna's Journal

"Oh, thank God it was just a dream. I couldn't bear if it was actually real." Luna murmured while aimlessly tapping the top of the drawer beside her sort of medium bed thinking that her over-sized but supercilious eyeglasses would be there. It brighten her eyes when her pinkie finger finally felt the nose pad near the lenses of her eyeglasses. "Yes, this is home. I am home." She told herself calmly whilst putting her glasses on and slowly fixing her hair to feel a bit secured and be sure that it was nothing but just a dream that her mind created while she was practically instantaneous and in profound asleep. She turned her neck bit around clockwise to look for something, something she always carry around her wherever she goes.   Her eyes didn't see it because all she sees are mess. One can clearly conclude that a book nerd is living inside her room, it is crowded with pile of untouched and old books and stationery. The room smells like you've entered an old library and the scent of the books are prickling your nose but it was unbelievably firm and fresh. Near the door is an over flowing pink trash can full of crumpled papers that can make one have doubt if this room has been destroyed by a strong living monster or a nerd girl. This space is dim comparable to a depressed person's territory. Well, Luna isn't depressed. She just enjoys living inside her bedroom like that and being separated with her bedroom every weekdays at 7 o'clock for class makes her shiver. Oh right, it's her class already.  Luna hurriedly run downstairs from her room to the bathroom. "This is a race of life and death." She told herself while all eager to go inside first in the bathroom. "Gotcha! I got in first." Her childlike little brother laughed at her when he went in first and made a tongue out that made her upset and take steps in front of the mirror. "That brat, ugh I hate this! He always go in first, I better set an alarm before him." While conversing with herself in front of the seamless spherical mirror, she stopped and looked and her own reflection and removed her over-sized eyeglasses. The real world never held much interest for her and when she go with the crowd, she is always left unnoticed. Which is pretty okay with her, she's fine with it - being just Luna with two different eye colored eyes of green and blue who always carries book and can't live without her glasses on. While looking in the mirror she remembered that she had a recurring dream showing that she was a warrior princess who had been pitted against a large group of orcs and a fire dragon. It was such a horrifying dream for her that she wish to never sleep again deadly like that.   "Dreams, huh." she smirked. She grasp a pink comb that's on the floor and held her back near her tail end. "This must be because I always read and sit in a wrong position that my back badly hurts. It feels like I am becoming old but I am only eighteen." It's her hobby, talking to herself gives her comfort and it is the only way to entertain a nerd like her. When at last she picked the fine-tooth pink comb, she then brushed it to her mid-back long black hair smoothly with eyes reflected to the mirror and gently looking at her own replica. Her lips that's full-bodied and eloquent is just perfectly beautiful that were never witnessed by anyone even in her family. While looking in the mirror, she suddenly felt dizzy as if the world is literally shaking and unsteady. What is this that she's feeling? Could it be due to her late night book reading and unhealthy sleeping routine? Perhaps because she's hungry and haven't eaten yet since yesterday morning. "Ugh, I think I need to eat." She then slowly went to their kitchen which has streamlined and minimalist styling with clean lines. Her mother decided for this design, it is retro and thus special and sophisticated in a lot of ways. When she was about to go sit in the high stool placed beside the table that levels her hips, she bumped into the vase and felt lightheaded. Her vision went fuzzy and black for a few seconds. The floor swayed beneath her and the last thing she saw before the darkness consumed her completely was a wide-eyed, innocent face that looks exactly like her. Wait, what?