Luna
I watch the sun’s rays filter through the curtain and colour the floor and every surface they touch into a brighter version of its normal colour. I marvel at it, thinking how people have that ability…to make you a better version of yourself.
I bite my lip, as psychological theories filters through my mind. Freud would have had a field day about fixations and underdeveloped egos in explanation of my musing.
I know I am stalling. I should be waking up and packing my bag. But I’m not ready to face another day. Or to face those two men that had my heart racing at the thought of them.
God, not yet.
My heart does just that. It hammers in my chest at the thought of seeing Tau and Tlou. By now, Tau must have told his brother everything. They do share everything after all.
God…my
