Aniyah__
I would have thought it was reality.
It almost felt and appeared to be real. It was as if I was living in the moment; living in clear time before I knew what existed beyond the structured walls that separated real from fantasy.
But then again, if it was real, how would I be able to look myself in eyes? How would I be able to watch myself move about right in front of me?
It was like looking through a one way mirror. Watching as they moved about; unaware of me as I watched them. As I watched myself.
One would call it a flashback. It was as if something placed me in a specific time; a time where everything seemed almost perfect.
We were living in our old home in the city of Philadelphia. A city where everything started for us before everything began to change.
It was an early
