Nerves. It’s nothing new to me, I’m usually nervous, or stressed over something. But this is new, not being stressed over work, or myself, but over another. One I wish to be able to fight alongside, to spend time with her and see her happy. Is this what love is? It’s such a very strong emotion, but I need to temper it, lest I overheat.
In my apartment, I don something I don’t usually use, but it has brought me comfort in multiple occasions: a hooded cloak with an unusual, yet strangely adorable, pink flamingo design and pattern. I take a moment and engage in a bit of meditation.
As I meditate, I am brought to the idyllic ground I’ve grown accustomed to when I do this: a peaceful green grassland, stretching as far as the eye can see. An occasional flamingo can be seen walking around, which is unusual, but that may be simply a product of the unusual happenings of the Liminal Plane?
As I meditate, 3 figures hover in front of me. I’m not a religious Lagora, but there are still things I believe in. My family has always been a source of strength and knowledge, and today is no different. I look up to them, Mother, Father, and Leah smiling softly to them, and I ask them a simple question, but for once, one that I ask in earnest.
“Am I following the path to my Happiness?”