I am standing before a mirror and I see two different reflections of myself. I try to move but I cannot, and my eyes begin to well with tears. Then all of the sudden far in the background I see shadowy figures. They are waving and laughing and I crack a slight smile. A sign lights up in front of me and it flashes “88, 88, 88.” It’s at this moment that I wake up, and I run my hands over my hip bones and the sharp knot in my stomach finally releases, if only for a few