With shining eyes she slips the fabric onto her body.
The crepe silk feels smooth, cool; heavenly against her bare skin…
Its so beautiful…
I feel….
You feel…
She feels….
Different.
She stares into the mirror
And staring back at her is the illusion of a woman.
She is 16; Popular and Pretty; Loved and Wanted by Everyone.
Everyone Wants to be her, everyone wants to be WITH her.
So, so pretty….
She is 18; The perfect model of a young woman, manners and everything.
She has graduated at the top of her year.
So, so clever…
She is 22; a Top fashion designer. Everyone wants to buy Her clothes, everyone wants to meet her.
Everyone still loves that pretty woman.
So, so wonderful….
Everyone?
Everyone.
She is 23; She has found a handsome young man. They made love last night.
It was Incredible
He asked her to marry him.
She says yes.
They Kiss, Tears running together like wind and rain.
So, so loved…
She is 24 ½ ; Its her wedding day; she walks down the aisle in a dress made form the sunrise, towards the love of her life…
So, so happy…
She is 26; She's been promoted; head of her company.
So, so high up…
She is 27. She Arrives home to find her husband already there. She tells him she is pregnant. He runs to her, picks her up, and spins her around, laughing.
Oh how it feels to be on a cloud…
She is 47; Her son is off in college now, studying to become a lawyer. His little sister graduates in a week.
Lie down for a while..Close your eyes…
She is 82. Everything around her is white. Her husband is already gone. Her children are there, crying. She tells them not to. The last words she whispers: "I will always love you. Forever"
Before she closes her eyes.
But when she opens them again, she is only 14 year old Hermione Granger, Gryffindor's Golden Girl, the Bookworm of Hogwarts; A little girl in a pretty dress,
Hoping to be something worthwhile