The Midgardian? - A Loki Story

I. Luna part 1

--the wind burned my face. My heart was reaching out to something but all I could see was a bright light that surrounded me. I couldn't catch my breath; no air filled my lungs. I was falling. I was falling to my death. And it was out of my control. I screamed, but there was no sound. The feeling of hopelessness, anxiety, fear sunk in deeper with each passing moment. I was going to die, I braced myself... I hit bottom. I gasped-I...................

I startled myself awake. There I lay in my bed drenched in sweat. My heart still racing from the dream. I double inhaled on my own breath and nearly choked. I lay back down and starred at the ceiling. My body still trembling from the nightmare. I breathed through my nose and slowly exhaled from my mouth. This was the third time this week. This dream. The fear sunk back into my heart as I laid there.

Just then, the sound of my alarm jolted me back from existential crisis. I reached over and turned it off. It was 6:30 AM. I was so tired. Mentally and Physically. I did not want to go to work today, but I had to. I took one last breathe and raised myself out of the bed.

The floor was cold to my bare feet and the air had a slight chill to it. I looked over to the window, where I had slept with it cracked. It was not sunrise, only a mere dim light beamed from the streetlight. I walked over, closed, and locked the window. I began to get ready for work. Today I was just in the office so I could wear whatever I wanted. Since there was a slight chill in the air, I decided on a cute shirt paired with my favorite cardigan. I sat at my vanity and looked at my reflection. My hair was dark brown and just below my chest and overdue for a trim, I didn't bother trying to do anything with my hair, it was a wavy mess and was going to fall how it wanted no matter what I did to it. So, I was just going to do my makeup. I peered at myself debating how much I wanted to put on today. My skin was a shade between pale and olive. During the Summer, my skin would get a nice dark olive tone to it and during the winter it would be a cool olive tone. I had long nails that were painted black, but the cuticles of my nails looked like they had been through a blender. I picked at them constantly and pulled the skin off. It was out of habit and by anxiety. I reached for my contacts and began to put them in my eyes. Here is the thing, I didn't need contacts I had perfect vision. I looked at my eyes through the reflection as I was going to put them in. My eyes were a shade of nothing I have seen before. My eyes were a swirling mix of pale yellow and a soft pink... yes, pink.

I've had this color eyes since the day I was born however, that wasn't the problem... I could have told people I was born with rare eye color and that would have been that and I could have gone without wearing contacts.... but people would have noticed if every few moments they changed colors...... yes, in the world of science I am an anomaly... My eyes change color based on my mood.... My parents, well adoptive parents, were shocked the first time it happened. As I've come to hear, my mother could tell why I was crying based on the change of my eye color. She noticed it one day when I was apparently having a bad day as a baby, my eyes were blood red. She was petrified and believed I was possessed, eventually she learned as soon as I was calm again, they turned back to "normal". She dares not take me to any doctors, she feared I would be studied, so when I was old enough, she gave me my first pair of contacts. A pair of deep brown almost black contacts that blocked out any and all of my eye color(s)....

I finished putting in the contacts and looked at my reflection, with my contacts, I looked regular, dark brown eyes to go with my dark brown hair. I finished putting on my makeup and hurried to walk out the door and get to work. The sun was already past the point of sunrise but still peaking over the horizon, I looked at my watch it was 7:00. I got into the car and began to make my morning commute to the busy and noisy Atlanta. I dared not live in the heart of Atlanta for numerous reasons. One it was always busy, and, in the city, there was hardly a bit a greenery. I loved my little house. It was about 40 min outside of Atlanta in the country area. I rented it from a nice old lady who happens to be a family friend, so rent wasn't terrible. The little house lay back into woods where I had no neighbors, surrounded by trees, had my own garden. It was almost my dream home.

Atlanta was busy per usual luckily my office was one of the first exits, so I didn't have to follow traffic to much it only got bad once I reached the office because it was right next to main street. I worked for Environmental Protection Division. I always knew I wanted a job that dealt with nature, so it was only natural I majored in environmental chemistry and sought out this job field. It was a good job, I worked in the office and out in the field walking through forests collecting water samples and sending them back to the lab. The only downside was the amount of driving I did to the surrounding areas, but it was okay because it was my dream job. I worked with water and trees all day.

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