Fiona's POV.
I was here and I wasn't.
I was in a small, dark room looking down at a little girl with long dirty blonde hair, I couldn't see her face as her back was facing me, but I could hear the distinct tinkle of laughter from her and she was talking waving her little hands around in wild gestures, clearly very excited and passionate about whatever she was talking about.
I take a step forward trying to peep into the shadows to see who the little girl was talking to, after all I was curious and this wasn't the first time this scene has played out in front of me in my dreams, but as usual I couldn't see anything just a thick wall of blackness and a full length mirror that reflects only me.
I step back, sigh, then jolt when the gir suddenly turns to me… and it's me… as a little girl, m
