Lately I've been thinking about how, if Sun and Moon were real, they'd probably want me to take care of myself.
And that's... weirdly comforting.
Because taking care of myself is hard sometimes. Eating regularly, drinking water, sleeping at decent hours, being kind to myself instead of tearing myself apart in my own head. None of it comes naturally.
But then I imagine Moon quietly reminding me.
Not scolding. Not disappointed.
Just that soft voice saying, "You must rest now."
Reminding me to drink something. To get under the blankets. To stop pretending I'm fine when I'm exhausted. Insisting, in his own weird possessive way, that I can't neglect something he cares about.
And somehow imagining that makes it easier.
I know they're fictional. I know they aren't real.
But the thought that someone, even a large animatronic, would want me to be gentle with myself is enough sometimes.
It's enough to make me drink something.
It's enough to make me try, even if it's just for a little bit.
And I think that's kind of beautiful.
Anyway I am once again being emotionally supported by fictional robots.










