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Snapshots from the Ruins of my Mind

“So Mr... Anon, is it?” The psychoanalyst I’d decided to go to, Dr. Philips, sat in her leather-upholstered armchair and looked over the notepad in her manicured hand. She was a pretty woman of around forty, pale skinned with neat shoulder-length brunette hair, wearing glasses and a sober business pants suit which matched the professional precision of her office. “That’s quite a unique name. What’s its origin?” She tapped a pencil on her notepad as if attempting to summon the information from the paper itself.

I was lying on the couch and staring up at the ceiling. There was a patch where the plaster was peeling away and I mused over how Philips mustn’t have noticed it yet – she didn’t seem the type to allow any kind of imperfection to creep into her world.

“It’s an Anglicized version of an old French name,” I said. “I’m Cajun on my father’s side.”

“Oh, I see,” she replied and wrote something on the pad. I wondered what it was. “So what would you like to talk about today?”

“Well,” I said, but that was all that come out. How do you start one of these explanations? I think I’m going crazy? I think I’m a pedophile?

“I think I’m going crazy,” I said. Always best to go with a classic.

Philips laughed. It was the kind of laugh they must teach you at psychoanalyst school obviously – it was light and positive and calculated to put me at ease. ‘Building rapport’ I think they call it. “Let me be the judge of that, Mr. Anon. You’d be surprised how often people come to me saying they’re crazy when they’re nothing of the sort.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I mean, over the past few weeks I’ve been experiencing… well, I guess you’d call them ‘visitations’.”

Philips began scribbling energetically on her notepad. “Are these visitations of a religious nature?”

“Religious?” I repeated. “Well, maybe not religious – ‘supernatural’ I guess you’d say. She has mentioned that she’s from another universe.”

I heard Philips murmur at both ‘she’ and ‘another universe’. “I see. So is it a single entity that has been appearing to you or..?”

“Just the one,” I replied.

“Has she told you her name?”

“Luna,” I replied, smiling. It was such a beautiful name. It felt like honey on my tongue when I said it.

There was the tiniest hint of humor in Philps’s voice, but she masked it well. “The Goddess of the Moon?”

“I guess so,” I replied. “She’s mentioned the moon quite a bit in our conversations.”

Philips began to tap her pencil on her notepad again. “Well Mr. Anon – why don’t you just start from the beginning?”

“The beginning? Well, OK…”

***

It was about two weeks ago, on Halloween, when it all began. I was in my apartment, alone, drinking a beer and messing around on the internet when I heard a knock on the door. Now, I live alone and it was 11 pm, far too late for trick or treaters, especially in the part of town I live in so I came to the only reasonable conclusion: it was gangbangers come to murder me and rip off all my stuff.

So I froze, hoping that they’d think the apartment was deserted and go away, whoever the hell they were. But then I heard a kid’s voice pipe up with “Trick or treat!”

“What the fuck?” I thought to myself. “Who the hell would let their kid keep trick or treating this late?”  I crept to the front door and peered through the spyhole and saw that it was in fact a little girl.

She must have been no older than around ten or eleven years old, since she was quite small with no figure at all to speak of and she had one of those pixie-faces, a little button nose and rather boyishly short hair with bangs dyed a vivid blue, no doubt for Halloween. Her eyes were huge, pale-green with pronounced lashes and she had a little rosebud of a mouth that right at that moment, thinking that no one was looking at her, was turned up in a supercilious little smirk. But apart from that smile the whole package was pretty drop-dead adorable. She was dressed in what I guess was supposed to be a wizard costume – a hooded robe black robe embroidered in silver with all kinds of magic runes – and in one hand she was carrying a black bag for candy.

For a few moments I stood there, wondering what to do. I thought that having a little kid ask you to open your door would be the perfect trap for a bunch of burglars to use, so I watched her for a few moments to see if she’d give anything away in the way she acted, but she just stood there, waiting, the smirk falling away from her face to be replaced with an annoyed frown.

I decided I’d risk it. I have to say I was pretty bemused with the whole situation. What kind of kid would be out this late? A runaway maybe? So I carefully unlatched the door, unlocked it and opened it up.

“You took long enough!” said the little girl, pouting. Then she held out the bag. “Trick or treat!”

I looked down at her. “It’s 11 o’clock,” I said. “Isn’t it a bit late to be trick or treating?”

She lifted her green eyes and I was struck at the imperious look they held in them. “It’s still Halloween, is it not?”

“You got me there,” I replied. “But what I mean is that it’s dangerous out there in the dark for a little girl.”

She snorted. “I can assure you that I have nothing to fear from the dark.” She had an accent I couldn’t quite place, and her way of talking was unusual – pretty advanced for a kid her age and a lot of the words were old fashioned even for a kid joking around and play-acting as a wizard or whatever.

I suddenly realized that she might be new to the country. Maybe her parents came from one of those countries where it was safe for kids to walk around in the streets of a city after dark. “Do your parents know where you are?” I asked.

“I don’t have any parents,” she replied. She seemed put out by the question, and I thought ‘Fuck, the poor thing’s probably a borderline street kid or something.’ But when I looked at that fancy embroidered robe with its fur-lined hood and her little matching silver-blue sequined shoes (which I now saw she had on) I thought there was no way she could be. But I didn’t want to have a little girl crying on my doorstep over her dead parents, so I just let the matter drop.

She was getting pretty impatient now and pushed the bag out at me again. “Are you going to give me any treats or not? This festival is the same as it is in Equestria, is it not? You give me treats and I refrain from playing tricks on you.”

I nodded. “So they have Halloween in Equestria as well? Is that where you’re from?”

She stamped a tiny foot in adorable rage. “I did not come all this way to answer ridiculous questions! Give me some candy!”

I smiled. “I’d love to give you some, but you’re too late. I’ve already eaten the left over stuff – all the kids around here are usually done trick or treating by 9.”

“You have no more candy?”

“I’m afraid not,” I said. “All I have is beer.”

“Very well,” she said. “Then I will accept this ‘beer’ in the place of candy.”

I laughed. This kid was a riot! “I’m afraid I can’t do that. Beer is for grownups.”

The little girl’s eyes went wide and her face contorted in sudden anger. “Do you not know who we are?”

“You’re a wizard, right?”

“We are the Princess Luna, Mistress of the Night and Lady of Dreams!” she cried, in a voice that fairly quivered with regal arrogance.

I looked about in sudden terror. Things were getting a bit out of hand, and the last thing I wanted was my nosy elderly neighbours ringing the cops and saying I was having an altercation with a preteen girl at my front door.

“Shit! OK, look – come inside just for a sec,” I told her. “I think I’ve got some cookies somewhere.”

She grinned victoriously and stepped into my apartment. I gestured for her to wait a moment while I disappeared into the kitchen and scrabbled around in the cupboard for something. I found a packet of Oreos towards the back of it, thank fuck, and I grabbed them and carried them back into the living room, eager to get her the hell out of my apartment before someone got suspicious.

But as I walked back into the living room, I saw that the little girl who called herself Princess Luna was already making herself at home – she’d thrown her bag rather rudely over the back of the couch and was in the middle of taking off her robe. I stood and watched, dumbfounded, as she undid the final button at her neck, opened up her robe and slipped it off her shoulders.

Underneath the robe she was wearing a thin leotard of a blue silk-like material almost like a one-piece swimsuit and over it what can only be described as an armored bikini of silver metal. Not that she could have worn a bikini, really, with that hipless and breastless body of hers. She was as flat as a board, and the breastplate over her chest, although it was shaped like a brassiere, really had nothing that it needed to support. The outfit left her arms bare, as well as her legs from the upper thigh down, and the skin revealed was gorgeously pale, every bare inch of it totally unblemished.

While I stood there gaping, she held the robe out at arm’s length towards me and arched an eyebrow. It took me a few moments to realize that she wanted me to take it from her.

I didn’t, though. “What the hell are you doing?” I demanded.

“Your home is far too hot,” she sniffed. “And what’s more it’s altogether too musty as well. I was starting to sweat.”

“You have to leave,” I said. I brought the cookies over and taking her bag off the back of the couch I slipped them inside and handed it to her.

She didn’t take it, and turned her head away. “I’ve decided your cookies are altogether too lowly an offering,” she sniffed. “Instead you will have to suffer the consequences of your lack of preparedness.”

“Look. Just take the bag and-“

“And?” Her eyes were suddenly aflame. “You dare to utter threats against me?”

Her voice was getting louder now, and I realized that if I didn’t defuse things right there and then I’d be totally fucked. The police would burst in while I had this little girl, dressed in what was more or less fetish gear, screaming at me, demanding what I owed her.

“Shit. Calm down! I’m not threatening you,” I said. “Look, I’m taking the robe, right?”

“Be sure not to sully it,” she said.

“I’ll hang it up in my wardrobe. Just please – stop shouting. You’ll get me arrested.”

“You will come to no harm-” she said, the smirk from before slid back onto her face. “-unless I wish it. Did I not tell you that I am Princess Luna?”

“Mistress of the Night and Lady of Dreams?” I added. I could barely believe that I was being blackmailed by a ten-year old.

“And of Nightmares,” she added. And with that she walked over to my couch. She looked at it with barely disguised disgust and bent over to brush the cushion before she sat down, and I was treated to a nice view. She might not have been able to fill the top half of her armor, but the bottom half was nicely rounded at the back to cover a rather pert little bottom, although she had no hips at all really. I guess Luna’s butt was about the only part of her body that was at all girlish. If you’d put her in a boy’s clothes and told her not to say anything, I think anyone would find it hard to pick what sex she was.

***

The whole time I’d been telling the story, Dr. Philips had been busily scribbling notes – the scribbling had become especially urgent as I’d described what she was wearing, and the appellation “Mistress of the Night and Lady of Dreams” had made her stop and look at me over those glasses of hers.

At this point I went silent for a moment, wondering how best to continue, and she took the opportunity to ask “So, Mr Anon. Were you sexually attracted to preteen girls before this event, or did this trigger it?” She looked at me kindly. “I must remind you to be honest with me – it’s the only way I’ll be able to offer you advice. Anything you say will be kept private, of course.”

I nodded. “Well, before this whole ‘Luna’ thing I’d never really thought about it. I mean, you always get those teen girls who are developed before their years and stuff and it’s hard not to get all worked up by some of them. They’re walking around in those really short shorts at the moment, and you see a lot of their skin. It’s just human nature to find young girls attractive, right?”

She murmured in assent. “But we’re really talking about a child here, aren’t we?”

I sighed. “I guess so. But you know, even during the first of Luna’s… er, visitations, I could tell she wasn’t really a child. Child-like, definitely, but there was the way she spoke. And the way that she had control of the situation.”

“Many children are precocious,” said Philips.

“It was more than that. But look, it’ll make more sense when I get to the later parts of the story.”

“Please continue,” she said.

***

When I got back from hanging her robe up in my wardrobe Luna was still sitting on the couch waiting for me. “So this is how you celebrate Nightmare Night?” she asked, sliding a tiny finger along the length of the can of beer that I’d left on the coffee table and looking about her.

“Nightmare Night?” I repeated. I sat down in the armchair, shaking my head at the thought of the surreal situation I’d found myself in. “Wait, you mean Halloween, right?”

Luna looked at me with bored annoyance, as if I was being impudent. “Yes, of course. I was using an Equestrian expression.”

“What do you do in Equestria?” I asked. I thought that maybe if I befriended her I could somehow trick or convince her into going back to wherever she’d come from.

Luna’s eyes sparkled at the question, and for the first time I saw a look of engagement on her face. “Oh, it’s a wonderful festival. My subjects disport themselves in a most pleasing manner, dressing up in charming costumes and enjoying games of chance…”

“Your subjects? Oh yeah, you’re a Princess, right?”

“Do not my way of speaking and regal bearing give that away immediately?” Luna raised a single gorgeous eyebrow.

“Oh, it does, it does,” I assured her. “It’s just that I’ve never met a real princess before.”

Luna looked about the room. “I do not find that fact unbelievable in the slightest,” she said. “Your lack of an appropriate offering, for one thing.”

“So you get offerings from your subjects in Equestria?”

“But of course! It is to ensure that I remain benevolent and do not devour them.”

“Devour them?” Kids today with their macabre imaginations!

“Well, it was all just a threat really,” said Luna. “But one that ensured obedience.” She yawned. “But that reminds me. I told you that you were to receive a ‘trick’ for your slight upon my honor, did I not?”

I smiled. “You’re not going to devour me, are you?”

Luna looked down her nose, her mouth a thin line.  “Humor does not become you,” she said. And then that smirk reappeared and she lifted a tiny hand from the arm of the couch and slid it lazily down her stomach to her crotch. Then, as I watched, my eyes bugging out, she untied the leather thong at the side of the bottom half of her armor bikini and lifting up her butt she slipped them off. With a languid movement she hung them over the back of the couch and then brought her hand back between her legs, where she slipped a finger under that silky blue material that had reminded me of a swimming costume and pulled it aside.

***

“Why did you stop?” asked Dr. Philips.

I blinked at her. “Uh, I thought I’d spare you the graphic details,” I said. “I don’t want to gross you out or anything.”

“Mr Anon, as your analyst my duty to you is to give you all the help I can,” she said. “And for me to be able to do that I need to imagine myself in your situation. So please, don’t spare the details. I’ve heard it all in my twenty years in the profession.”

“Twenty years?” I said, whistling. “But you look so young!”

She laughed. “Please continue, if you would.”

***

So there I was, with a little girl of around ten or so sitting on my couch and pulling aside the crotch of her pants to display her naked little pussy to me. And I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Her sex was completely hairless, the same gorgeous white as the rest of her pale skin, slightly puffed up but little more than an undeveloped slit.

“Well?” said Luna imperiously. The look on her face was a challenge.

I swallowed hard but didn’t reply.

“If you are incapable of giving me the offerings I’m due, then you must please me in another way. Come here.”

Look, before you come to the conclusion that I’m a diabolic pervert that was ready to jump at the chance to have sex with a potentially disturbed child, let me tell you that I felt compelled to comply with her order. It was like a dire need that came welling up from inside me, making me get up off the armchair and walk over to her. I was moving as an act of my own will – it wasn’t as if I was being controlled like a puppet or anything like that exactly, more like I’d been offered a glass of water while dying of thirst. I couldn’t have stopped myself if I’d tried.

I got down on my knees before the couch as if kneeling to worship her. Luna smiled at me, her big green eyes glistening, and lifted her tiny free hand and ran her fingers through my hair, pushing my fringe away from my forehead.

“You may please me now,” she said as she gently pushed my head down until it was level with her bare sex.

She was still pulling aside the material with her other hand, and I marvelled at how perfect each of her fingers were. They were slender and doll-like, and each fingernail had been painted the same blue as her hair. I was driven to kiss them first of all, and when I did Luna giggled.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” she said. “That’s not what I want kissed!” She gently pushed my face to one side so that my lips and tongue were brought flush against her pussy.

The feeling of it! It was as if someone had put living porcelain against my lips, so soft and warm and smooth was the flesh that I felt. Her pushing my head to one side meant that the corner of my mouth pushed against one of her lips and parted her pussy, and the heavily scented stickiness that I suddenly felt on my skin made me rock hard.

“Lick it,” she ordered.

I did as she said. Her pussy was tiny, able to be completely covered by my tongue, so finesse was not really possible in my current situation. I had my hands against the couch on either side of her long skinny legs, and although she was splaying them, it was obvious she didn’t want me to use my hands as I pleasured her. So without being able to part those little lips to get at her clit, I made do with running my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top, pushing out so that the lips parted slightly and I was able to get at the gooey satiny heat inside.

Luna was obviously turned on, so thick were the juiced that straight away bubbled against my tongue. I tasted the savoury tartness of her flawless pussy and the effect on me was immediate. If I’d though that I was hard before, it was nothing to what I felt happening to my dick right at that moment. It was as if it had attained another level of hardness, the difference between steel and diamond.

“You’re getting hard,” said Luna, and I could hear rather than see that smirking smile on her face. “You animal. Do you really enjoy debauching children that much?”

She kicked off her little blue shoes and lifted one slender leg and then another onto my shoulders, the heels resting on my back. And then she scooshed her butt forward, so that it was a little off the couch and with a giggle brought her knees back.

I knew what she wanted. I stopped burrowing my tongue into that gooey little slit and kissed my way down it until I reached the space between her pussy and her ass. Here I lingered a while, sharply licking at the impossibly soft skin and tasting some of her juices that had dribbled down it.

“I didn’t tell you to lick there,” Luna said – but her voice was no longer quite so imperious. There was a tremble on the edges of it, and I realized that the pleasure the sharp strokes of my tongue was producing had started to overwhelm her.

So I kissed the beginnings of her gorgeous little peach-like butt-cheeks and ran the tip of my tongue along the line that divided them from her thighs, my heart beating fast at the degrading act I was about to perform on her. She squirmed a little at my teasing, but then I couldn’t wait any longer and slid my tongue across to the little crinkle of her butthole, which I soon began to baste with my saliva.

With Luna being so small, my tongue easily covered the crack of her ass and I could feel the gentle curve of the soft flesh of her butt cheeks on either side of it as I licked her. Then I paused at that little ring once again and delved my tongue into it. I felt her pucker it against my tongue and I was able to slide the tiniest little increment of the tip inside her, impossibly tight and smooth and hot.

My dick had reached an agonizing level of rigidness now and I started to bring my hands across to unzip my pants and get it out. But Luna noticed what I was doing and she sat up on her elbows.

“No,” she said. And with that one word I felt my hands fly away from my pants and grasp each other behind my back. This time there was definitely no mistaking the fact that Luna had taken control of my body. But that was all she did. The worshipping of her pussy and asshole were all my own doing, and I despite my inability to alleviate the pressure in my pants I s loving every single second of the experience.

Maybe it was being submissive to this tiny little girl, maybe it was the fact she was so young – whatever it was, I felt an unbearable tightness and raw electric desire blossoming inside my chest I’d never felt before during even the best sex I’d had. But it made the fact I couldn’t move my hands all the more excruciating. I boiled with the need to get up, grab this arrogant little creature by the shoulders, throw her over the back of the couch and viciously drive my rigidness into that sopping pussy up to the hilt. I wanted to hear her scream in pleasure in her little girl voice, make her beg me to fuck her harder. I wanted to grip her by that dyed-blue hair and drive that little round butt of hers back against my hips until I came inside her and defiled her unripe womb with blasts of my venomous semen.

But instead, I kept licking her and licking her, going from pussy to asshole, lapping up an endless wave of those hot, savoury-tart juices, and the more I tasted her, the more I felt my dick straining against the confines of my pants.

Suddenly I felt Luna arch one of her legs as she brought her foot up and placed her heel against my forehead. Then she pushed my face away from her, and I looked up at her, wondering what imperious order she would utter next.

She smiled down her little button-nose at me, her huge eyes playful. “You make a very good subject – malleable and obedient. And so I feel somewhat merciful towards your plight.”

She slid the sole of her doll-like foot down over my face, and I was enveloped in the exotic fragrance emanating from her skin as she ran her toes across the bridge of my nose and down onto my mouth. I couldn’t resist kissing at those dainty little digits as they passed across my lips and she giggled, scrunching up her toes.

“Stop it! My feet are far too ticklish.”

She continued drawing her toes over my chin and down my neck and then she slid her leg down between us until I could feel that gorgeous little foot poking the bottom of my stomach and moments later the hot, straining lump in my pants.

“You monster,” whispered Luna. “Even a child’s foot gets you hard.  It offends me, and something shall have to be done with it.” She pushed the heel of her foot into my balls and I winced in sudden and unexpected pain, but then her toes curled down over the top of the bulge and she began to rub it.

I gasped, and Luna grinned in triumph. “I see you’re not so different from the males of Equestria after all,” she said. She lifted a hand up and grabbing a handful of hair she pulled my face back down in between her legs and I resumed my worship of her exquisite little sex.

I continued to lick her, paying particular attention now to that tiny little clit hiding at the top of her pussy deep within the puffy folds, and I heard her gasp as I flicked at it with the tip of my tongue. It was me, now, who smiled in triumph, and I resumed my attack on her until the area between my bottom lip and chin was awash with her hot juices. The muscles in that tiny butt and the slender thighs resting against my cheeks began to tighten and I knew if she was approaching orgasm.

My own body was growing tight, with a tension that seemed to knit my bones together in bonds of iron – and at last it became too much. I felt sudden heat at the base of my cock just above my asshole and my balls tightened and rose up as I started to come.

The exquisite torture that Luna had put me through, the thought of the sheer degradation of what I’d been doing, using my tongue to get a little preteen girl off, the sight of her as she watched me do it, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, ecstasy contorting on her pretty face – all of it came together to drive me finally over the edge.

My cock pulsed as wave after wave of semen spurted out of it and I panted hard against her pussy, gripped by spasm of almost painful pleasure spreading throughout my body. The heat of my breath, my lips mashing up against the sensitive satiny insides that were wide open now from the swelling up and parting of her puffy little lips, drove Luna over the edge as well. She cried out, pulling my face even harder against her trembling crotch until I could hardly breathe, her legs over my shoulders shuddering, her thighs squeezing my neck and her heels drumming against my back as she rode out the powerful waves of her orgasm.

At last I extricated myself from between those squeezing thighs and lay back on my ass, gasping for air. Luna had slumped back onto the couch but after a while she lifted herself up with difficulty onto her elbows and looked across at me. Her face was flushed, her bottom lip red from where she must have been biting it, and she was still breathing deeply.

“Your offering has pleased us,” she muttered, squeezing her eyes together as she felt an aftershock of pleasure flow through her body. “And so we shall not devour you.”

“Thank you,” I said. I wiped at the drool at the corner of my mouth with the back of a hand and I realized now that control of them had been returned to me. I reached down and felt the crotch of my pants. They were soaking wet with the copious amount of semen that I’d produced, and I sighed. I’d have much preferred to have spurted it somewhere else – either in her little rosebud of a mouth or in that impossibly hot pussy of hers.

Luna herself, meanwhile, was muttering in annoyance as she wiped at the mixture of my saliva and her juices which was making her red and swollen pussy glisten. She finally gave up with a sigh and daintily wiped her sticky fingers on the cushion beside her. Then she slid her fingers under the material and pulled it across to hide that incredible little pussy of hers from view again.

She got up from the couch a little unsteadily and when she noticed me still sitting on the floor in a daze it was as if she’d forgotten all about me in the previous few minutes. Her lips turned up into a smile and she was about to say something when suddenly her eyes fell on the clock on the wall of my living room behind me and her eyes widened in horror.

“Oh consternation!” she cried. “The time! We shall be late!”

In a panic Luna snatched the armor from where it was hanging over the back of the couch and haphazardly latched it on, and then she ran about, just like you’d expect a normal little kid to, looking under the couch and behind the armchair for her shoes. She found them at last and slipped her tiny little feet into the sequined things, tapping each toe on the floor three times to make them snug.

“Wait!” I said, getting to my feet with difficulty. I’d come so hard that I was still feeling groggy. “What are you late for?”

But she didn’t deem my question worth of an answer and instead turned on me and demanded “Where is your window?”

I pointed in the direction my little kitchenette that overlooked the courtyard of the apartment block and in a flash she was through the door.

I ran after her, wondering what the hell she was planning to do, but as I burst through the door myself I noticed the window was already open and she was climbing out of it.

“Wait! Luna!” I cried. “Don’t do it! It’s a ten foot drop!”

She stopped and turned to look at me, a strange caste to her eyes and I suddenly realized that my concern for her had pleased her.

“Oh, do not worry,” she said. “I am Princess Luna, remember?” And with that she jumped out the window.

I cried out in alarm and running across to the window I stuck my head out of it and looked down, expecting to see her tiny little body splayed out across the concrete of the driveway below. But there was nothing there.

“Goodbye!”

It was Luna’s voice! I raised my eyes towards its source, and there she was – standing on a streetlight around ten feet away. It would have been impossible to clear the distance between my window and it, even if you’d been an Olympic long jumper with a run up.

Her silver armor glistened in the light of the huge full moon that had just risen, and it lent a ghostly cast to her body made all the more spectral by the mist that filled the late night air. Her face was partially in shadow, and I thought I could see a smile on those tiny, cherubic lips of hers - but maybe I just wanted there to be one there, and had imagined it.

Luna waved once and then, as if the air had suddenly resolved itself into solid invisible steps, she skipped up into the night sky until she was silhouetted against the moon and then she was gone.

***

Dr Philips put down her notebook and looked across at me lying on the couch. Her face seemed flushed.

“Well, Mr Anon,” she said. “That is certainly an intriguing story.”

I smiled ruefully. “I’m crazy, right?”

“We don’t use the term crazy anymore,” she replied. “But I must say that you’ve certainly experienced something atypical.”

“Atypical is the same as abnormal, right?” I chuckled.

She merely smiled. “I’m afraid that our session is up, so shall we continue with your account next week?”

I nodded, getting up off the couch. I know I’d just been talking the whole time while she wrote down notes, but somehow I felt better, as if a load had been taken from me. “I have a lot more to tell you,” I said. “Luna’s visited me a number of times since then.”

Her eyes glistened in interest. “Were these visitations similar to the first one you just described?” she asked.

I shrugged. “In a lot of ways. But I guess I’ll have to tell you more next week.”

Her face held a strange emotion that I couldn’t really put a name to. “I look forward to it,” she said as she opened the door for me.

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