Beeping. Same continuous numbing beeping.
It breaks the dream. Images crumble like sandstone.
She awakes from slumber.
The dreaming wonder ends. She's back.
Slowly blinking, light appears before her.
There she is again. Same predictable day.
Crawls out of bed. Wonders to the same chair.
In front of her it beckons her wake.
The same truthful glass.
The beauty is its beholder.
It doesn't choose its good day.
When she arrives it becomes cruel.
Darkness. Shadows. Secrets.
Lines. Marks. Scars.
Everything is there.
She stands slowly.
Taking in the glass's image.
Breath in. Breath Out.
Breath in harder.
Shrink me.
Make me small.
Small enough to fit.
Lifting her clothing.
Shaking. Panicking.
She doesn't want to see.
But she must.
There it lies.
Truth.
All in one feeble, weak body.
Shining through the glass, reflections in her eyes.
Water.
First tiny, stream-like.
Builds.
Waterfalls.
Full, billowing waterfalls.
Water falls from the eyes.
Unpleasing.
Jumps.
Jumps down steps.
Passes more glass along the way.
She misses them.
The glass won't catch her weakness.
Reaching the point.
The crux.
The tough, the evil of her day.
The true monster stands in front of her.
She slowly steps up to the fear.
Watches.
Waits for the dial to relax.
Waiting.
The numbers fall.
Smiles.
Pleasing.
Gladness sweeps over her.
She gets down.
Takes a look in the glass.
It tells her truth.
Real truth.
She has succeeded today.
