MORIA
I would laugh if I wasn’t so annoyed.
It’s too long for my body.
Too long and too big and incredibly stupid.
But I am determined to make it work.
I realize how ridiculous I am being even as I wrap one end of the bedsheet around my torso taking it under my arms and around my back.
Then because there is still so much of it left, I do it again, before tucking it securely in place like a towel.
It trails out behind me like a cape and I feel like a six year old playing dress up.
I look in the mirror and for a long minute, I almost do not recognize the girl staring back at me.
The non-human girl who was hidden on earth by god knows who and for god knows what reason.
She has my eyes and mouth and my nose but she isn’t me.
Not really.
I think to myself that I should do something
