It Was a long, long time in August She Stood in the middle of the room, looking confused the image sowly That Was moving in front of her eyes. Outside the window, the cloudy night Was coloring the world with gloomy ITS shadings.
She stared at the mirror. The strange figures on the liquid surface Suddenly stopped. Its blue, fixed her eyes with unhuman a familiar expression. She was astonished and frightened by that vivid look trying to penetrate her eyes.
She made some steps away from the confused vision and she sat on the old woodden chair.
The evanescent body on the mirror made the same.
She spent some seconds lost in her darker thoughts. She was sure that image could not be her own projection. It was so bright and powerful while she was so desperate and faded.
Perhaps it was the result of the memory of her past life, of her past happiness. Perhaps it was her future.
Warm tears began falling by her eyes washing away the shadows on her face.
Alone in that cold, empty room she had met a different self. The person she had always dreamed to be was sitting in front of her. The fate had given her a rare opportunity. She was in the core of a miracle, not wanting to be there. She was afraid. And her heart was frozen.
She stood up trying to fight her coward insitincts.
Step by step she reached the mirror stretching her trembling hand to the figure.
Suddenly the whole scene disappeared. No room, no mirror, nothing more.
The rain was falling down loudly outside.
She woke up, opening her eyes in the deep darkness. The dream of That Mysterious night HAD shaken her soul.
She Looked around, confused and lonely. And she cried.
Far away, in the night, Was someone crying as well.
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