Mated to Morpheus

MTM.29

practically moved in

The mirror steamed, transforming my reflection into a blur. The heat from the recently shut off water had travelled through the beautifully crafted bathroom, the walls and the floor made from a mixture of tile and rock.

They say that Gods do live in luxury.

Something in my stomach twisted and my hand shot up at the sudden feeling, wiping away the condensation to reveal the frown that had formed from my lips. For a second, I felt as though I was staring at my mother, and I wished so badly that I could close my eyes and still be able to see.

To recognize the same nose, the same cheekbones, and the same eyes. To be taken back to that day, the last day I would ever see her.

My hair was soaked to the point of it being pin straight, and cascading down past my shoulders, a style that could only be seen when Viviana would get into the mood to straighten it. And, as I looked straight towards my large eyes, I noticed the dark, heavy bags that had grew over the last few days and had been dragging my face down. Then, of course, the only thing I had left to look at was the tiny indents that littered the side of my face, trailing up my nose and along my neck. Slowly, I brought my hand back to run along the harsh bits of my skin that had changed from holes to scabs.

I could already feel an ache settling in my bones. Certain areas of my body had started to go through the bruising process before I even realized that they were there, beginning with my skin and the darkening of a pale pink to a blotchy red.

Why are you like this? You could have avoided this, you know. All of it. Placing the palms of my hands on the side of the counter, I leaned in, and whispered, "You know what, you're dreaming. Yeah, that's it. You're just freaking out. Bad milk, maybe?"

An abrupt knock on the door startled me enough to jump, an action that I was used to doing anyway as I was never one to not be paranoid. Usually, I would come up with an elaborate story about a kidnapper or a murderer that was out to get me, but this time there was no need of it, instead I already had a pretty good idea of who could possibly be there. And, even though I wasn't trying to impress him or anything, there was a silent pray of 'I hope he didn't hear me talking to myself' and the clearly obvious statement of 'he already thinks I'm crazy enough' that came to mind.

"Give me a minute," I called out shakily. At least he didn't barge in.

"Okay, Miss Luna. I'll be out here if you need me," the feminine voice replied.

Looking back into the mirror, I pointed, "See, you are crazy. You thought that Morpheus was a man this whole time, turns out, he's a woman."

"Excuse me, Miss Luna, but I am not Morpheus. It's Annora." I stood still, wrapped in nothing but a fluffy white towel, and listened to the voice behind the door. "Not to overhear, but can a human really be quiet if they're in an area near wolf ears?"

"You got me there."

"Before this conversation ends, I would like to properly apologize for eavesdropping on your, uhm, private talk with yourself." Annora let out an awkward noise that sounded a lot like an angel's version of an 'ahem' before adding on, "It will never happen again! From now on, I will plug my ears and hum to myself! Wait-No! I will not hum to myself, because that might be a distraction to you. I will stay completely silent, while still plugging my ears until you are done."