As always, she sat there, writing. Something very intense and dark, the usual genre she wrote. She was so fierce in her thoughts, so quick with the pen and paper, engrossed enough to not notice the feather light wind that traced her hair. But soon, she was shadowed, by a large figure standing behind her. She turned around, seeing a creepily familiar face.
“Howdy?” the sound raised the hairs at the back of her neck.
“Do I know you?” She asked.
“No.” the uninvited guest answered.
“How did you get in? The doors are closed”
“Because you will be here, ten years from now.”
And then she knew that she was herself. It was like looking into the mirror, sure, a mirror in future. Was this a dream? She was scared, but did not want to be scared of herself. She gulped and the guest noticed.
“Was I that afraid of myself? My future? “, the guest asked.
And yet again the irony pushed her to think. There was a long pause.
“I….” she was speechless.
“You look so beautiful.”
“You do too.”
And she realized, yet again that she loved herself.
“How is it like to grow up, how is life going to be?”
“It will be just like you want it to be. Just be you. You’ll do great”
“Why are you here?” she was eager and still bent upon knowing about her future even if it was in a dream.
“To let you know that you are going to make it there, to the future.” The guest said, with a beautiful smile.
And considering what she was going through in present, that was all she wanted to hear. And that smile, was her motivation, even if it was a dream. That is IF it was a dream.
By Kashaf Shaikh from AWORDWARRIORSBLOG