There Once Was A Girl

There was a small farm in the countryside.
There was a pretty green cottage on the small farm.
Inside the cottage was a sweet yellow bedroom.
Inside the sweet yellow bedroom was a white rocking chair by the window.
On the white rocking chair by the window sat a little 7 year old girl.
On the little 7 year old girl's lap was a blue book.
The blue book was closed.
The little girl's eyes were closed.

It was dark outside the windows of the pretty green cottage.
It was raining heavily.
The little 7 year old girl was outside.
The little 7 year old girl was scared and cold and wanted to go back inside.
She ran to the door and tried to pull it open.
She yelled for her mother and father to come get her when the door would not open.

It was a long wait.

She ran to the windows to see if she could get her mother or father to see her.
She ran all around the pretty green cottage.

It was empty.

Shivering, she walked back to the front door.
Trembling, she sank to her knees in front of the door.
Crying, she prayed for her mother and father to come get her.
Listening to the sound of the rain and the emptiness around her.

She felt a soothing touch on her shoulder and the lightest of kisses on her cheek.
Hush, little one, her mother smiled at her.
We're here, little one, her father reassured her.
It was only a bad dream.
The little girl smiled and drifted back to sleep, safe in their love.


It was dark outside the windows of the pretty green cottage.
It was raining heavily.
The 28 year old woman was outside.
The 28 year old woman was scared and cold and wanted to go back inside.
She ran to the door and tried to pull it open.
She yelled for someone to get her when the door would not open.

It was a long wait.

She ran to the windows to see if she could get anyone to see her.
She ran all around the pretty green cottage.

He was inside.

She screamed and begged and pleaded and cried and threatened, anything so he would let her in.

He didn't see her. He didn't hear her.

Shivering, she walked back to the front door.
Trembling, she sank to her knees in front of the door.
Crying, she prayed for the strength to walk away.
Listening to the sound of the rain and the emptiness around her.

No soothing touch on her shoulder and the lightest of kisses on her cheek.
This was not a bad dream.
The little girl she was cried along with the 28 year old woman she had become.