In Her Mirror

Words by Mitchell S. Bork

She woke feeling rested after a night full of more dreams than seemed could have fit into the the few hours she slept. In her dreams she explored worlds that offered fantasies that carried her into a morning of wanting to delve further into the postulates of her sleeping mind. She felt sexy and playful; a modern day Aphrodite in the morning. She has an affinity for the taste of champagne and the way the sunlight makes the bubbles look like diamonds in her glass. Maybe I will have two, or three, she thought.

Enjoying her morning champagne, and another chance to let life bring what it will, she felt coquettish in her skirt. She looked at one blouse in particular and remembered the day she bought it, and how she loved the way it complimented the peculiarities of her very being. When she had first worn it she had an idea in mind that had been taken from her like a vocalist who lost their voice. The road to success is never an easy one, and the toil bloodies all, and beats most, but she fought back with all the vigor of her spirit and the skies had cleared when the murder of crows had flown from sight. To remember the turns of the traveled road are as necessary as it is to continue. She wore that on her skin as the skies are now sunny again, like a glass that had forgiven the wine stained to its rim.

Across the room she sees a woman, but is pained by knowing a reflection can only tell part of the story. The six separate pieces looking back at her share the same essence. It is she who will truly shine when it matters most; even if only for a fleeting moment. She offers a pensive look at the past and a sultry wink to the future. Forever at her best when she is most abundantly alive, and there are diamonds in her glass.