She has my Face…

Panic Rising, Heart pounding. Something is terribly wrong, but the jumble of emotions offer no answer. Only confusion. I walk into the bathroom, look in the mirror. She has my face, but doesn’t feel like ME. Nor the person I was meant to be. Supernova in internity, scattering the light within, but leaving only a crack on the surface. The blast light years away from being felt. There’s a subtle shift. It’s in the tilt of her… my head, once held high but now bowed. It’s in her… my eyes, once luminous, now dimmed. It’s in the set of her… my mouth, once often upturned in a smile, but now it seems like smiles never had a place there. My hand moves to touch the face of this woman, but she has my face… Am I touching me? I don’t feel like me. Nothing inside nor without feels like me. And yet I see my face, I can touch my body, but it doesn’t feel like MINES. Something is very wrong, Something has been lost… NO!!! NOOOO!!!!!! It wasn’t lost, it hasn’t been misplaced. It was TAKEN!!! Someone has taken me??? What does that mean??? Emotions well up inside, bringing acute pain. The blast, light years too soon, incinerates everything that was me in its path. The world begins to fade to black. Deep Breaths… Deep Breaths… I pull it all back. With everything in me, I pull it back… pulling at internity. Trying to pull back the light… Panic recedes, heart slows… I collapse into myself, pulling as I fall back into the abyss of… Look into the mirror. Eyes…Dull. She has my face… Doesn’t feel like me,but… She has my face…