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At the end of my lesson, I bid the elder goodbye. I was tired-I didn't get a lot of sleep the previous night-and was debating on whether or not to take a nap. The one thing I was concerned about was whether or not I'd have another nightmare. I didn't think I could take another one of those in less than 24 hours. I figured I'd have to sleep again at some point, so I went ahead and laid down on the couch.
I was almost sure I was going to have a dreamless nap until I slipped into slumber.
I was in the room of mirrors again, but it was arranged a little different. The room was longer, and there were chairs arranged to form a path down the middle. I looked at the end and saw an arch cloaked in pastel flowers. I noticed I was standing in the middle of the path. Suddenly, I heard an organ start up the marriage march. It nearly caused me to jump out of my skin. I felt goosebumps crawl up my skin as I looked around.
I half expected to watch the little girl (although this time quite a bit older) walking to the alter where her betrothed mate was. Instead, I heard the clicking of heels against the mirrors. I watched mom walking down the aisle towards the alter where dad was waiting. My throat tightened. My dad.
I watched the scene with wonder. I wasn't around when my parents were married. At the time, mom was pregnant with Zeke-even though she didn't know it then. It was beautiful to watch her, with her hair pinned up into a complicated bun and her dress flowing behind her, as she happily walked down the aisle to dad.
I seemed to be invisible, as she walked right past me. I watched the back of her head as she reached the alter. When she turned around, however, there was a frown. Dad had an annoyed look. I furrowed my brow.
"How could you be so selfish?" Mom hissed, gripping the bouquet of flowers tight in her hand.
"Me selfish? You could try and put away one slip of time for us! All you do is go gallivanting around the bars in town!" Dad shouted at her.
Mom never drank, did she?
"But I take time for our kids! You don't give a mind of their future, or even their needs to be frank!"
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