Capítulo 112: Am I crazy?

~Noelle~

The ceiling is so beautiful, it looks good when you're on the bed. With something soft and lovely cushioning your back. Fluffy, airy, pillows holding your head while your thoughts ran all over the place. Unfortunately I'm not on my bed, with the comfort of fluffy pillows to hold my tired head. I'm on the floor of my kitchen, eyeing my kitchen up like we were in a staring contest. 

I just blinked so I'm guessing the ceiling wins.

I've cleaned, I've cooked, I didn't sleep after that odd conversation with that woman. Who might have been a figment of my deranged imagination, let's face it. I have been slowly losing my mind. 

Lynx slept in my bed last night, or this morning considering how late I'd gotten out of bed to do that so called exploring of the boat. Only for me to end up overthinking even more, then having a conversation with the first Luna.