Part III circa 2003
I wake up mid-afternoon in the old house I used to live in back in high school. My family and I have moved out of this old house back in 2003.
I am in my bed covered by my blanket. Sitting on the bed next to me is the young girl again of unknown age. She just sits there and looks at me not saying anything.
The girl then smiles and places her right hand on my face gently touching it. She says something that I can’t hear. I see her lips move this time.
She takes her left hand and holds onto my right hand as I’m still lying in my bed.
It’s quiet all around me. A gentle breeze is blowing through the windows of my old room. The desk and the old clock is still to the left of me. My old dresser is at the front of my bed.
There is this rather melancholy appearance to her face. She seemed happy.
She continues to stroke my face and says, “Thank you.”
I wake up.