Sarah put down her brush and stared at the mirror. Pursing her lips a little, she leaned over in her chair and touched the glass hesitantly. Her fingertips grazed the glass and still there was…nothing. "Did it really all happen?" Sarah thought as she picked up her brush. "Did it really happen, or was it all just a dream?" Sarah continued combing her dark hair while she gazed into the mirror.
"There's such a sad love….deep in your eyes.." Sarah sang. Her eyes widening she continued brushing her hair with long even strokes. " A kind of pale jewel opened and closed within your eyes…I'll place the stars within…"
Sarah was interrupted by her father knocking on the door. "Sarah, dinner!"
"I'm coming!" she yelled back. "Be there in a sec."
"Okay, hun. But better hurry. Karen's put the meatloaf in the oven to warm."
Sarah turned back to the mirror as her father's footsteps faded away. "That's enough of that." She put down the brush and stared at the mirror. "I look the same, exactly the same, but I feel so different." And Sarah did look almost the same. Her beautiful green eyes sparkled with youthful exuberance same as always. Her porcelain cheeks still brushed with a faint blush. Her lithe figure still untouched by time or man, and yet there was something different. Something almost magical.
Sarah stood up and scrutinized herself closely. Her hair was long and reached past her shoulder blades. It was fine and silky and hung like a curtain across her face if she didn't bother to push it back. Her eyebrows were arched and delicate. True, it wasn't completely natural. Sarah had them threaded at the mall to keep them clean. She did them almost every week, except for this week because Sarah didn't see the need to since. Actually she hadn't been near the threading place since…
"Oh no!" Sarah cried. It was since the labyrinth! Sarah groaned and frantically began pulling her hair. Almost crying with hysteria, she realized that it was the same! It wasn't different at all. In fact, as she inspected her hair closer, the silky tendrils were perfect. There wasn't a dead end in sight, just strand after strand of perfectly smooth hair.
Beginning to cry softly, Sarah murmured "What have I done?"