When We Are Older
"Are you ready?"
I nod. "As ready as I could be,"
Warm, soothing air blows me in the face, making me close my eyes as my hair fans in the wind.
Memories of the past flow around me, hitting me repeatedly until the bubbles burst. I realize nothing can bring these events back, make them happen again. And as I accept that, I'm warped into a vortex and thrown back in time.
A headache is throbbing behind my eyes. Groaning in a complaint, I open my eyes to the sound of someone zipping their bag. As I lift my head, I notice I'm lying in my bed, newly awakened and staring up at my sister, packing her belongings.
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