The week passed in a blur of anxiety but also moments of solace with MoonlitDreamer. Talking to her had been my lifeline. I found comfort in knowing that at least one person didn't care that a human was behind their favorite stories.
Each conversation with MoonlitDreamer felt like I was getting less and less afraid. Like my fear was an onion that I was going to continue peeling away at until it didn’t exist. I didn’t know if this was actually true. That all this fear and anxiety that had become second nature to me would one day disappear.
But God, that’s what MoonlitDreamer mad me feel was going to happen.
We talked about everything: my aspirations as a writer, my dreams, and my nightmares. It was so strange telling her that I hoped to one day travel the world, meeting my fans. That
