Biographique Auto

There I stood, looking in the mirror. Not recognizing the person I had become. How long had I been gone? My life sprawled around me, a closet full of clothes, the glint of a gold chain around my neck. A gift. Down the hall I could hear my husband talking, my children playing, familiar and yet...not. The stranger in the mirror stared back at me. A little older than I remembered, she was me and she lived here now.