24 October 2007

Rubbing sleep out of my eyes, I involuntarily yawned, my fingers automatically lifting to my lips to stifle it. Stretching my stiff back, I walked absentmindedly in the general direction of my bathroom, mentally lamenting the start of a new day.

As I passed the full length mirror, I glanced into it and paused. Not again. I silently chided myself for forgetting it the night before and wearing this nightgown. In the mirror, I saw a girl in a white cotton nightgown that came down to just above her knees. I shuddered.

I was reminded yet again of her, of what I did to her, of how I had let my emotions overwhelm me, the actions that took her away from me.

Gazing into the brown eyes in the mirror, I saw nothing but evil, nothing but that jealousy, a ghostly presence that lingered long after the feeling had left me.