Running [h.s.]

fifty three | luna

Luna's OOTD^

Haven't done that in a while, I guess I got really into adding music for the chapter, I haven't been focused on her outfits.

Sunday, October 11th.

I wake up bright and early, the dark decor of Harry's bedroom contrasted by the bright, golden sunlight streaming in through the windows. His sleeping body is tangled with mine and his beautiful face is illuminated by the sunshine, the warm glow kissing his delicate features.

A small puddle of drool escapes his full lips and soaks his pillow, and my heart flutters at how adorable the sight of him is. He looks like a sleeping angel-his normally sharp features are soft and innocent as his head lays gently on the pillow beneath him. It is incredibly early, it can't be any later than 6am, but I am well-rested and wide awake. I don't want to wake Harry, I want his body to be rested. After a few minutes of carefully maneuvering our limbs, I am free of his tight grasp and I wiggle out of the bed to go downstairs while the sleeping beauty remains unbothered.

Harry has an enormous home gym-which really doesn't surprise me considering how fit he is-and I wander in there to do some stretching. He has a large rack full of baby-blue yoga mats, and I pull one out carefully and lay it on the floor. My body is incredibly stiff, Harry's bed is way softer than mine, and my body is not adjusted to the difference in texture.

After doing some sun-salutations, I sit down with my legs stretched out and grab my ankles, folding my body in half as far as it will go. I push a little further than I'm comfortable with to get a good stretch in. My mom was really into yoga, before she got really into painkillers. She used to tell me all about the benefits of good breathing techniques and how important it is to start your morning positively. It's frustrating that she traded this healthy vice for popping pills.

After I stretch, I stand up and pad over to the mirror. I gaze at my body in the full-length mirror and I gather my hair in a ponytail so I can look at my face. I've never thought I was ugly, but I also don't see how someone like Harry could think I am attractive, it doesn't make any sense to me. I take a step closer, my eyes scanning my facial features in the reflection. My eyes are still puffy from sleep, but the rest of my skin is radiant and youthful.