Abuliac

On the years that have passed...

I tried opening my eyes, squinting from the bright light. This world -- so changed. How long had I been asleep?

My gaze shifted to a mirror, where the reflection of auburn locks stared back from where a wheat-haired girl had in the past. New photographs on my walls... new walls. Fresh candles replaced the generations I'd burned through while writing, talking, laughing. New tastes, new heights, new dreams to be had upon a new bed... shared with someone so different from any prior. But I also found new worries chewing on the depths of my stomach. And, unexpectedly, a new role... of sister to someone I've never seen.

So much has changed. Or am I still sleeping?