Behind The Glass

Behind The Glass

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Alright, now I'm certain of it. I'm a freak. Everyone is so excited for this big, week-long camping trip, and all I can think of is how, my god, I hope it gets cancelled. I have no clue why I feel this way. I mean, I've seen pictures of where we're going and the campsite is gorgeous-all emerald grass and lilies, wooden cabins and plaid, slippers and cocoa. I guess if I was going without everyone, just going alone, it would be paradise. God. Imagine if I told anyone this? They'd send me straight to the looney bin, cast me away there like some old rag doll with tears all over her plush skin. That's sort of how I feel. Like there are rips all inside the plush of my skin. And I haven't a clue as to why. ** This is Scarlet's journey to finding that out.
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As I stare at myself in the mirror, I don't even recognize the reflection. I'm a married woman, and I can't get over that. I'm only wearing red lace underwear at the moment. I wear sexy panties and bras now because I have someone who's seeing them every day other than myself. Does he wear special boxers...? I'm not ready to think about Silas that way yet. It is still too weird. I am a little surprised that I haven't had a meltdown yet. I've never had a panic attack before, but my life has been turned upside-down. I have a pretty damn good excuse to have one. Everyone is probably expecting that I will. They may even be surprised that I haven't yet. Eight years erased... Eight years to learn... I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I'm still me... just older. I rub lotion into my face, examining it closely. Still me. Same blue eyes. Same shallow dimples in my cheeks. Same lips that cover straight teeth that my parents paid a lot of money for. I step back and take in my body. A little curvier then I remember, but not by much. I guess with marriage comes comfort weight. My hair is the same blonde, just longer. How odd to have everything the same... yet so different. Completed July of 2019

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