The only thing keeping me cool and calm is Luna. I picture her licking out a pudding cup and laughing. I picture her dancing to The Who with me. I picture her twirling a lightsaber and pretending to save Orion from invisible aliens. I picture her lying in bed next to me. Gazing up at stars projected on her ceiling. Memories aren’t all bad. Some comfort me. These ones also guide me. She’s why I’m here.
