Sometimes she dreams of getting away. There’s a girl I know who is always dreaming of something new.

Escaping to some brighter, sunnier place and French doors that open to the wide open sea sounds like her cup of tea. This is something she desires to the core of her heart. And after trying to be someone other than herself lately, this is refreshing. Her only original thought, a genuine desire.

Petty bitterness, transient contentedness, hopeful longing, and dwindling friendships; if only she could get away from it all. Until then she sits in her small apartment, continuing to dream.

She stared warily from beyond her wayfarer glasses. Clutching her brown grocery bag with both her small arms, she peered into the window from outside.

Words from a distant memory echoed in her head, a movie whose name she couldn’t recall, like a person she couldn’t remember. “The proud look of it… nothing bad can happen to you there” and the voice in her head trailed off.

Her raven hair swayed in the breeze. The overcast sky hovered, and a stale air pervaded the empty city street. And then she caught sight of her reflection.

And disliked what she saw.