I laid in bed, drawing, reading, watching tv, anything that could get me to sleep. Eventually I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
I found myself in my old room, the room I slept in when I was five. The room had changed through out the years, my brother and I traded rooms once I became six. My mom changed it during summer, it’s blue walls were now white and my small pink bed was traded for my brothers white, grey, and red one that took up almost the whole room. A small pale skinned five year old female with short, blonde hair that was almost completely white, playing on the floor.
“Me! Uh, younger me!” I called out. The younger version of myself turned to me right away. “Who are you?” Younger me asked. Her voice was clear and she did not mumble like I did now. “I am... well you. But older.” I replied. For a quick moment my younger self examined me. “Your- my hair is different. Did I dye it?” She asked. I scoffed and shook my head. “You know mom would never allow that. I wish I could tell you everything.”
“Why can’t you?”
“What would be the fun in life if you knew everything that was to happen?” I answered. “I will leave you with this. You will grow up to be a wonderful girl, and change a lot. But change is good. you will make the greatest friends one could ever have. And will go through pain and happiness, you will go through everything and anything.” I smiled softly while I crouched down to look my younger self in the eye.
Everything faded away and I woke up in my room, the room I’ve stayed in for a long time, not the one I had when I was five. “What I weird dream.” I mumbled before hopping out of bed.