A multiverses of YOU and I

Continuation

Cynthia Duncan

July 1st, 2016

I had gone straight to sleep after taking my medications.

I woke up and dragged myself to the toilet only to see my reflection and, " Uhh, umm!"

SCREAM!

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

I screamed some more, pulling my hair and holding it up high to see what change had happened to my hair overnight.

I thought at first my parents had played a practical joke on me, spraying white paint all over my hair but as I looked closer at my scalp in the mirror, I knew I was wrong.

I pulled some strands of my hair to take a closer look and found it white from the roots till the end.

"Doomed!" I thought.

"For good!"

I continued to stare at my reflection in the mirror.

I looked like a 17 year old teenager who had turned old all of a sudden at the hair only.

"Did I age drastically overnight?" I thought as I examined my face in the mirror.

I looked like I always did.

No wrinkles on the face though if I happened to age overnight.

I looked at my hands and legs.

No wrinkles.

No creases.

But...

My hair, I thought as I tugged on it, hoping that this was all just a nightmare and I'd go back to waking up from a bad dream.

I waited.

Patiently.

I looked at the clock above me.

A full thirty minutes had passed.

I tapped my right feet rhythmically on the floor, hands resting on the sides of my hip, eyes on the clock like a hawk.

"Oh! Please God!" I internally prayed.

Forty five minutes.

I started tapping my feet rapidly on the floor.

I turned my back to the mirror, not wanting to see myself for once in the mirror.

I prayed again.

I watched as the hands on the clock moved slowly as every minute passed.

I listened to the clock ticking with every second passing, "tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik."

I listened to my feet tapping on the floor as it made the sound, "clack-clack-clack, clack-clack-clack, clack-clack-clack, clack-clack-clack."

I listened some more to the combination of the sounds.

*tik-tik-clack-clack-tik-tik-clack-clack-tik-tik-clack-clack-tik-tik-clack-clack-tik-tik-clack-clack*