Shadows and Sunlight

 From the Mind of "Her"

I begin in the shadows. As I walk down the road, there are little spots of warm sunlight. The farther I go, the bigger the spots get. When I reach the end of the road, I'm completely submerged in sunlight. As I stand there, I'm warm, happy. I'm content. But then, someone throws a snowball at my face. Reality sets in again. I then face a world where I am not warm. I am not happy nor content. The cold, frigid air of reality makes my eyes, nose, and cheeks burn. I want to curl up and cry, but I can't. Not where the judgmental eyes of everyone I know lay, staring. If I let a single drop of fear escape my mind, they will know. They'll know that I am not really okay. They'll know that I can't conquer the cold, harsh reality. So I keep it in. I hold in my thoughts, feelings, and I become the girl at the end of the road. The warm, happy, content girl submerged in the warm sun of my imagination. But no one knows that it's my imagination. No one knows, and that's how I want to keep it. Just me on my sunlit street with the shadows of reality behind me.