Dreams, Just Dreams
I don’t know her name, or anything about her, really. She looks familiar, though.
Tempting grey eyes stare intently into a one-way mirror. I flinch back, thinking she’s staring at me. But then her eyes start tearing up and I know she can’t see me. A small tear slides down her cheek, and I watch as it fell onto her dresser.
She backs away from the mirror, suddenly, looking around. Confusion blinds her eyes as they’re searching for something. Once she finds it—a small mp3 player—she plugs in her earplugs.
I can’t hear what she’s saying. Looks like she’s singing something, a lullaby, maybe. She’s swaying, eyes now closed as her hand lands over her stomach. Swaying, swaying, swaying, and swaying…
I’m yelling now.
Something doesn’t feel right. I am—was—focusing only on her; nothing around her caught my attention period until it.
It had no name. I don’t know what it is, but I can see it caging her in. Something dark and ugly was coming for her and yet she didn’t stop. Her eyes are still closed, and she’s still swaying. Swaying, swaying, swinging, and swaying...
Until she’s not.
don’t even say anything. i know this is a short chapter. sorry...☹️
who has any idea who she is?
~xoxo, maya cyns