ooooo god what’s that feeling
Before the virus, Moon used to carry around a blanket.
Before the virus, Moon would drape it over cold children. Anxious children. Scared children.
It was a simple, blue thing. A cozy shade that looked just as sleepy as the kids who used it.
Before the virus, Moon was happy to lend it. He took good care of the blanket, so any kid that needed one would have one that felt loved and familiar. It was meant to help them feel safe. And it worked.
After the virus, locked away in his own mind, Moon still carries the blanket. He won't share it. He won't let it go. And he doesn't remember or understand why it's so worn and pilled. He just knows he needs it. And he knows he feels safe.