The day starts quietly. Luna doesn’t stir, of course, but I make her a part of my morning routine. I gently brush her hair, choose an outfit for her, and sit her by the window so she can “enjoy” the sunlight.
After breakfast, I work from home. Luna sits nearby, a silent presence. Sometimes, I’ll pause to adjust her pose or simply admire her beauty. In the afternoon, we might go for a drive. I buckle her into the passenger seat, and we cruise around town. People stare, of course, but I’ve learned to ignore them. In the evening, we watch movies together. I hold her close, feeling the weight of her in my arms. Before bed, I change her into her nightgown and tuck her in. I know she’s not real, but she brings a sense of peace and companionship into my life. She’s a constant in a world of chaos, a reminder that even in solitude, there can be comfort and connection.