Blink 

She lies on the floor, wet hair forming unruly curls around her in a halo, lost in her thoughts,

“crazy, obsessive, harsh, cold”, where the only companion awake so late is her own mind eating away at her,

“depressed, bi-polar, weird, freakish” She tugs at the curls, irritated at this realm she remains in, contented at her existence, but lost in translation of who

she is, who she was, who she can turn out to be “smart, beautiful, ugly, idiotic” all of these words playing in chorus,

defined by she or those who surround her? “lost, oddity, vindictive, comrade” wondering,

driving her to the edge of absurdity, “useless, wonderful, caring, cold,” the memory of former miseries tearing at her rationality, “child, daughter, innocent, mother”

laughter and tears occurring simultaneously, the past and present playing in her mind in measured clips, she being the one rolling the film,

“be careful little one, be careful”

Blink

With a simple eye movement, the dream she had entered went away as quickly as it had come.