The down low was that place Angela Brown went when she felt she had no strength to go on. She felt judged, afraid&alone. Her crown had gone, she felt cold inside out, scared to move, afraid to call for help. How long had I been here, was this the dream I dreamt last night real, so many things going around in my head. Let’s go to Paris Alice, was the only thought that seemed to make sense, was the thought borrowed or did it belong to me. I didn’t waste time ruminating on the could have should have’s, nothing made logic.
Home looked like the part in the movie when the ending happens, time stopped, the past seemed safer than the now. Alice knocked the door. A mature woman with cheesy hair and a green jumper opened the door.
“Welcome Alice” she said with a big warm but subtle smile that added to my concerns. “Hi I frowned”
“Welcome home, my names future you”