"Are you comfortable wearing those clothes, Moona?" I asked her. "Those are oversized for you."
"Yeah, I'm good. It has a nice essence. What is this essence ?" Asked Moona. "And this robe of yours that is written 'Meeka Mikkonen 77', it's very big and comfy. And your breeches, so smooth like silk."
"Well, that's good to know." I replied while tidying up the unused clothes and put those into my wardrobe. "Unless my hoodie, those clothes are fresh from laundry. So it's still very clean."
"Hoodie ? What's that ?" She asked.
"The one that you are wearing right now that is written 'Meeka Mikkonen 77'." I answered. "That's called a Hoodie."
"So this robe is called a hoodie on earth. What a bizarre name." she replied. " So, what should I call you ?"
"Meeka." I replied while cleaning my college homeworks.
"Meeka ? Is it your name that is written on this 'hoodie robe' ?" she asked.
"Yes, that's my full name."
"With the number ? I thought that's so bizarre to have a number in your name." That's what she said. She then walked around my home and went to the balcony. "The moon looks so small from here. How is it still visible in daylight like this ? And why does sunlight feel so warm and so cold at the same time ?"
"It's called a breeze. The warmth that you felt is from the sun, and the cold is from the breeze. Technically, a breeze it's a wind. So what you feel right now, is a combination of sunlight and wind." I explained. "And, it's because it's still morning. In the afternoon, the cold breeze that you feel right now will be gone and will come back in the evening."
"Will it be gone ?" asked Moona. " I want to feel this cold breeze forever."
"You can feel this cold breeze forever on the highlands or mountains." I answered. "Well, since my homeworks is squeaky clean and neat, I'm gonna have a little rest. If you want to look around, just be careful."
I jumped to my sofa and started browsing with my phone, while Moona was still on the balcony. I browsed until I didn't realize I fell asleep. The next thing I know, I woke up in the dusk and Moona wasn't on the balcony. " Moona ? Moona, where are you ?"
"I'm here !" turns out she was looking at my photos. "Hey Meeka, I see you have an interesting life journey."
"Interesting ? How so ?" I asked while lying on my sofa.
"You haven't smiled in all of these photos since you were 17. Before that, you were always smiling. I wonder why ?" Then, she took a breath. "I really wonder why."
"Yeah, I wonder why." I stood up, and went to the toilet. I washed my face in the shower and walked to my kitchen.
"Do you want tea or coffee ?" I asked her. "Last time you were drinking tea."
She didn't mind my question. She keeps looking at my photos. Her eyes were wide open like something amazing happened to her. She examined every single photo of me she could find like a detective. "I never met something like you. Even my people are very-very different from you." She was really puzzled. "Why ? Why are humans on earth so different ? Why do they have a will like no other creature even me has ? Could you answer it, Meeka ? Why did you even try so hard but at the end of the day you fail again ?"
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Moon Maiden
General FictionAn ordinary college student tandem with a moon maiden for a journey across the world. What could gone wrong ?
