this morning #558.

this morning, there was something sort of spooky about the way she gazed at herself in the mirror, sans-makeup, as if she was looking right through herself. in a way, she was. back home for the first time in ten years & holed up in her childhood bedroom, the nostalgia was out in full force. other than a pile of her dad’s banker boxes in the corner, her parents had left the room intact. photos of her, mostly snapshots of her high school years, lined the vanity mirror. at the time, she’d been blissfully ignorant. that bliss was now missing. in this moment, she told herself she’d try to get some of it back. it’d have to wait until after the holidays though.