I saw her face, it was on the TV; so distinguishable, so real. Her eyes looked at my soul as if they were begging for mercy. It was one of those unsolved mystery shows. A voice faint in the back ground telling of a missing girl. I felt so confused. Had it been so long since we had spoken? I stood dazed by the idea that I would never talk to her again. Where had she gone? What had happened? Why? Then rage. Anger at who had possibly been responsible. Pain seared my heart as another TV appeared, upon which images of her child where shown; this tiny face missing mommy.

As I awoke, the dream faded with the realization that it had not been real.

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