The Mirror
In front of the mirror I stand, staring at my reflection. I have changed so much over the last few years. My face had smoothed out and most of my wrinkles had disappeared.
It seems like it was only yesterday that I awoke to the sound of soil being removed; then the feeling of being hoisted into the air and then a journey to somewhere.
Once there I could hear singing and then someone droning on. The lid of my coffin was lifted and light flooded in. One after another the faces of my loved ones passed by staring down on me. I wanted to hug them, but not yet for I could not as yet move. That would come a bit later.
More journeys and more stops until I found myself in a hospital bed. It was there, surrounded by all my loved ones, that with a sudden gasp that I took my first breath and life slowly entered me.
My thoughts returned to the present. I had so much life to look forward to. In only a few years will be my wedding and then I will be a single woman.
A delicious thought crossed my mind. There were so many boys and dating to look forward to. Once I reached my teenage years there will be the innocent fumbles and that first kiss.
There is also childhood and all the games that involves. Falling out of a tree and learning to ride a bike. Then when I get young enough learning to walk, there is so much excitement to look forward to in my future.
My eyes come back to me in the mirror and a crazy thought crosses my mind. What if that me lived in a world where time went in reverse. What if in that world you were born out of the womb and grew older.
What if you came out of your mother and you were a baby growing older and eventually you became old and went to the grave, to stay there forever.
I shook my head, what a crazy, idiotic, fanciful notion. Everyone knows that you are formed from the dust and come out of the grave. You grow young and eventually you go into your mother’s womb to reduce to nothingness. To return to … no-one knows.
With a slight chuckle I left the other me, the one in the mirror. Yet I admit, I do wonder what she might have been thinking as she looked at me.
Copyright © Stephen Curtis | Year Posted 2014
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