My dreams are floating just above me.
As I lift my shirt over my head to expose the me no one sees I reflect back.
Rewinding time. Remembering when this skin was younger, less experienced.
Tilting my head sideways I stare into the oak wood framed-- hallway mirror.
The time continuum ripple effect occurs in my mind.
I’m seeing a girl much younger now. Smiling.
Clutching her innocence ever so tightly, like a child clinging to her favorite teddy bear.
Skin so tender. Eyes so eager. Bubbly. Beaming. Brimming to overflowing with youth.
The ripple fades.
Who am I becoming?
It is a mystery to even the young woman growing before my eyes.
I shut my visions off for fear of them escaping..
Holding the younger me inside.
I won’t let your dreams go down the drain.
Even as life presses on.
God help us all.
