She saw herself.
Her future self, in a dream;
Or so she thought.
She looked old.
(Over a decade older, perhaps).
Old, but elated.
Old, but surrounded.
Old, but wearing a BRIGHT coloured dress.
Old, but healthy.
Old, but somehow younger.

“How are you feeling today?” her now-caring boyfriend asks.
She looks down at her left forearm,
Where she has marked her traumas on
And feels the scars with her right hand.
Her dimples deepen as she answers, “Hopeful.”

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