Age

In the door strode I, tired of tutoring. Worn out by children much younger than I, who made multiplication an exhausting endeavor.

I went straight upstairs. I entered my room ready to change clothes and relax.

As I turned to my dresser I suddenly froze. There, in the mirror, I stood.

I was giant. So much older than I ever expected to be, so much bigger, unaware of the time that had passed right in front of me.

Horrified, I tried to recall being truly young, not caring about anything, but the memories never came. I was left reaching for something that wasn't there, something I had taken for granted and never realized I had lost.

Perhaps even more frightening: soon I'd be older, staring into the mirror trying to remember how I feel right now.