One day, you will wake up to a golden sunset as everyone else is encapsulated by silent sleep.  You remove your blanket and realise that frailness has replaced the strength of your once toned legs. Your feet, a canvas of fine lines, a mere remembrance of the miles you used to walk.A velvet face of beauty  now augmented with crinkles and lines where there was once the light of youth. You reach to brush your teeth and find gaps and realise now that this might merely be a dream. A toothbrush coated with stars and glitter now plain white and softened for your fragile teeth. You slip on your dress which is no longer cinched at your waist  and silky red but decorated with delicate yellow flowers to mirror your ailing self. You hear footsteps behind you paired with dry coughs and heaving and It is not your mother, no. The once leaden magnetism between your spouse has been replaced with dread to face another debilitating version of yourself. You look  into his eyes, now swallowed by crows and find it harder to see the dark, daring almonds of the man who once showered you with flowers and danced with you to the song of the sea. Hasn’t time flown? You whisper into his ear and yet he only asks you to repeat. His ears, once intent to listen to your enchanting voice now forget that the rasps that escape your throat belong to that of his once young, joyous wife. Your story was once sweet, now it is simply one that waits for the greeting of death leaving you incomplete.

Oh, hasn’t time flown?