Time TravelA Story by Anonymous Me
It just dawned on me that I'm never gonna be her again. Gosh....that's terrifying.
It was morning, when I last saw her. Or perhaps early afternoon. It’s getting harder to tell. She stared at me with such a disappointed look on her face. Her eyes burned through my chest and I felt as though I was standing, wounded and naked, before a judge set on incriminating me. She stood regal and proud, with a confident smirk resting gently on her lips. Her chin was tilted just enough to make her seem like she was looking down on the entire world. But it was not in a bad way, it was in a way that made it seem as though she deserved to be there. She looked me up and down, her eyes lingering on the smiling penguins on my pajama bottoms and then on the stain on my sweatshirt. She pursed her lips and folded her arms across her chest. She was fully dressed at this hour. Glamorous, even. She had dark, wet, lashes and glimmering eyelids and shinning lips. Her hair was pinned up perfectly. I slipped my hood up and over my dry, unruly, bedhead. She smiled at my last-ditch attempt with a wicked beauty in the corners of her grin.
I had never envied someone so much.
© 2012 Anonymous Me
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