Late last night, I lay in bed. I heard something drop like a disappointment onto the floor. Rolling into a pool of light was my Past. Funny, how it was like nothing hitting the wood and yet the force of it resonated within me.I lay snuggled deep in my cozy Present, not wanting to disturb the bedclothes to see. Yet, the Future of what I might find lay like Possibility, glittering in front of me
Just out of reach. I’m tired, I said. Or cowardly? Past mocked.
I thought about this. What would I have to face if I looked? What would I find that I had missed?
I knew what, although I didn’t want to admit it to myself.
I turned over, tried to sleep, but Past sat there on the floor like a spoiled child, nagging me to pay attention. To Look at me! Look at me!