Emma

Time moved fast when you were old. Because it was the same, or because it was running out, take your pick, it doesn't matter in the end. At ten I was going to be a pilot. At twenty my legs were gone, thirty so were my dreams. I passed fifty and started counting backward, at thirty I started dying. At twenty I started dreaming again, in my dreams I was twenty for the first time. In my dreams I was flying, in my dreams I was goddamn standing and I was twenty. I was twenty the second time and dying.