I think I forgot how to breath as I sat up from my bed, sleep permanently leaving my body for the end of time.
"Mom!" I gasped, gulping painfully at the sight of her.
Mom had her arms crossed leaning on my door frame casually. Her presence screamed wisdom and power. She was every bit a Luna. I couldn't read the expression on her face, but what I could see was a hint of hurt in them. She expertly raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue. "Well?"
I'm dreaming. I know I am. "I don't know what you're talking about." I blinked.
My mom burst out laughing, planting herself down my sofa. "Oh sweetie, I thought we were passed that." She's evil. She's a daughter of satan.
I held my breath, not knowing if I should keep playing dumb or confess while I still had my life.
