Live Again

The old woman smiled in her sleep at the images flashing by on her eyelids. Though she was old now, she was happy. She'd lived a good, full life and now she was happy in the knowledge that she could just relax and enjoy every day as it came.


The young woman threw her head back in laughter as she spun gleefully around, enjoying the rush of the cool summer breeze as it hit her face. The smile was still glued to her face when she bent down to smell the flowers in the garden. Straightening up, she looked up at the sky, and at the clouds, breathing in the air and simply reveling in the warmth and beauty of the day. She was here. She was alive and that gave her a feeling like she was on top of the world. And she felt it.


As she splashed her feet in a small puddle of quickly evaporating rain water, she  smiled at the feeling of wetness on the sole of her foot. She'd thought she'd never feel that again. And here she was, feeling the heat of the sun beating down on her hair and making the long glossy locks shine, the cool breeze as it flew past her briefly closed eyelids and the refreshing wet of water as it dried on her skin. She could smile the nearby flowers and see the blue of the sky and the pure white of the clouds above. She could feel the grass beneath her as she allowed herself to settle back into it and watch the clouds in the sky, trying to make out the different shapes. A flower, a horse, a bird, and was that... a love heart?


The old woman smiled, just as happy as her young counterpart. She felt like she was really there, seeing the clouds, feeling the breeze, breathing in the fresh cool air. She felt as if she'd taken a breath of new life. In a way she had. The young girl she saw in her dreams was in fact, her and she delighted in watching herself young again, living again. Her soul had been reborn and she'd been given this new miracle. Her body and her soul could become separate and she could live again, while how body was dreaming. She had breathed a new life and she could live again.