Luna fell asleep shortly after her midnight adventure. She had a beautiful dream- she was swimming in the ocean, at midnight, with the moon directly above. The moon was talking to her. "We shine bright together, two moons, like sisters in the night. We are one," it said. This sounded wonderful. How fun it would be to be sisters with the moon. She swam in circles, dove down, then swam toward the moonlight's pull. The moon had an entrancing gravitational pull, one that tastes oh-so-much-sweeter with every step you take toward it. I was free. The moonlight danced with the waves right along with me. It was a true dream come true.
Of course, this dream is also a curse. In the night, in my sleep, I live in a place somewhere in the stars, right up there with the moon, in a dreamland that disappears completely when the sunlight hits my face. Luna knew she'd had another magical dream, she could feel it, sense it. Whenever she dreamed of dancing with the moon, she woke up with the energy of a full night's sleep. Luna, just as she'd tried each day before, couldn't quite place what had happened in her dream. She felt the moonlight conjured by her subconscious, but that was the only memory that lie in her. A dream is a dream- as her adult goody-two-shoes (literally and figuratively) always said.
Luna knew better. As she hopped out of bed, she thought about the way the sun and the moon got along. The moon is superior, Luna was sure that her namesake would find a way to thrive on its own. Despite that, the world had convinced itself that the sun was the shoulder that the moon leaned on to get through the night. If Luna was the moon, then in this logic, the moon was her sun. Luna thrived in the moonlight.
Luna walked across the room in her bunny socks (another ounce of freedem that Luna had; her mother had convinced him that what was on her feet didn't matter- nobody could see it) to get her shoes- Pink and white tight-fitting boots, the same shiny material as everybody else in this god forsaken building. This mansion was a waste of everything. A waste of bricks, of food, of clothes, and most of all- of money. The only thing this house isn't wasting is glass. Any good house has windows, at least to Luna, that is; it was healthy to have a sizeable connection to the moonlight.
She heard yelling downstairs- her father, of course. He was probably giving the sweet maid, Estrella, his morning lecture. "I knew it," Luna thought sadly to herself, as Estrella came into her room standing with perfect posture and yet looking smaller than she had the previous night. Estrella cleaned her bike in the mornings before her father woke up. She knew that Luna's father would find the poo and Luna would get caught. The kind maid admired Luna and didn't want that to happen to her. Luna knew that a little bit of the reason Lucy took on this extra task is to have her ounce of freedom, too. If I was a made whom was treated with disrespect and force, I would want to get a little payback on the one who hired me, too. It's only natural.
Personally, it made Luna smile that Estrella, a mere maid to her father but a friend to her, didn't just sit back and do whatever he said. She didn't deserve to be treated that way, and Luna was proud of Estrella for realizing that. If anybody, Luna's father himself deserved it.
"Would you like your breakfast today, ma'am?" Estrella asked, clearly relieved to have gained some distance from Luna's father.
"Luna will do it. I am not your master in this room," Luna clarified.
"Luna," Estrella said, seeming to taste the word on her tongue for the first time. She smiled.
"And yes, I would, Estrella," Luna said.
Estrella seemed to like being spoken to with her given name, not 'imbecile,' or 'idiot,' or any of the other rude names she was called while serving Luna's father.
"And what would you like on that, m- Luna?" Estrella corrected herself.
"Now that I think about it, I'd like two pieces of bacon, 4 pancakes, and 2 glasses of orange juice.
"Hungry, are you?" Estrella asked, cracking a joke.
Then, afraid Luna would yell at her for whatever reason, she practically crawled toward the back door. Estrella clearly could not begin to imagine what a 12-year-old would do with a buttload of food like that. However as she turned toward the room where the food was held this morning, Luna saw the glint in her eye- Estrella had her suspicions.
Luna asked for food for the both of them. She beckoned for Estrella to sit next to her on her bed, and after hesitating, Estrella smiled and obliged. They both knew they had little time to eat before Luna's father came in and scolded Luna for fraternizing with the help. Luna's father would always come up with some sort of reason to keep Luna from being nice to Estrella at all. It was only acceptable (to him) the other way around. Luna didn't care. She shuddered to think of what her father was feeding the maids in the 'servants'' rooms. In his mind, only the Sol family got to eat actual food.
Luna considered Estrella to be her sun, her shoulder to lie on, or in the sense of the metaphor, at least one of her very few stars. Her father wanted to snatch every pillar she clung to out from under her, but Luna knew neither herself or Lucy would let that happen. Who said the moon's sun had to be THE sun? The stars were the same, only better, because they are the moon's friends. They play with the moon in the night. They help the moon hide in the day with the moon, because although the Moon needs the Sun, they despise each other. Luna thinks that Estrella should be her stars, not her moon.
"Hey, Estrella?" Luna asked.
"Yeah?" Estrella said.
"Can we be friends?"
"Yeah," Estrella said.
Luna heard her father's steps coming toward the door, so Estrella collected the dishes and leftover food and walked out of the door just as Luna's father reached it. Luna's father nodded, seemingly dignified, but anybody who knew him also knew it resembled anything besides respect.
Luna smiled. Just in time.
El sol y la estrella.
Friends.
Cómo deberían ser.
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Luna
FantasíaLuna is a beautiful, strong, independent individual. She wished people could get past the fact she's only twelve and half-blind. She had to use her other senses to get around, and felt empowered by it. She was a different person in the light of the...
