What if… you chose the wrong path?
There once was a
little girl… who dreamed.
Then she grew up.
…and her dreams ran
away.
But their essence
became nightmares known as regret.
-- me.
Through the soft haze of sleep, I see myself in a
mirror.
It’s ornate and old.
The person looking back at me is young. She has my sharp nose and strong
features. But her eyes are full of
confusion and wonder, her hair is lighter and waifs around her shoulders… light
and airy.
I reach my hand out and follow the long line from her brown
to her cupids bow, she puzzles then giggles back at me.
With unknown clarity, I see the girl I used to be.
…And then I break.
I begin to pound on the mirror, and scream at her.
I try to warn her of
all our upcoming mistakes, but she screams in fear of what her future holds…
and runs from me.
I wake suddenly, sitting straight up within a dark room on a
soft bed with an odd since of Deja vu…
I’m breathing sporadically, a cold sweat is running down my jaw; when I feel a
small warm and clammy hand on my arm, “mommy, are you alright?”
I glance over…
To see myself…
Only this time she is real, “I’m fine princess, go back to
sleep.”
“did you have a nightmare?”
“yes, but I’m fine baby, please go back to sleep.”
she turns and cuddles her soft feet under my legs… and soon goes motionless with sleep once more.
“yes, but I’m fine baby, please go back to sleep.”
she turns and cuddles her soft feet under my legs… and soon goes motionless with sleep once more.
I lay awake the remainder of the night, afraid of the regret
that awaits me when I close my eyes.
