Foiled

Foiled

Written By Steve Ott

Luna

Sometimes when I lay upon my bed, I simply like pretend I don't exist. Some days such as this one, the feeling morphs into one of contemplation. Through my early years on Earth, my anxiety was overwhelming. I was socially awkward, overweight, and a human pip bomb. A day didn't go by that the thought of suicide didn't cross my mind. I even attempted it twice. While I eventually overcame my problems, my anxiety was ever-present.

And now, it has once again surfaced. It had been set off by something seemingly expected, but it only confirmed the reality of what I found myself it. I was now attracted to stallions. Being a male back on Earth, same-sex attraction never crossed my mind. Now, being attracted to that is utterly terrifying. Personal tastes have been adapting to Luna's or to my old one's. Especially my apparent fondness for piercings.

Closing my eyes, I remember what had occurred a few hours earlier when I was inspecting my newly formed Lunar Guard. One such guard, I believe his name had something to do with bats, was absolutely dashing. His bulging muscles, chiseled jaw, deep green eyes, he was a swooner and that was the problem. Another part of my humanity dissipates as in adapt to my new situation. I try to think of names of my past.

Tyler, Audrey, Brett, Taylor, Shane

How I miss them. Friends and family I'll never see again. I would give anything to see them again, but I know I couldn't. i have a sister here, a sister I care too much about. She's been waiting for me for several lifetimes, and even though I'm back, I'm still so far away.

A shift into a more comfortable sleep position, removing my right hoof from my midsection, still coated with the remnants of my personal session. Maybe, I just need to sleep.