Reflection Part 5

We stood at the Door, silent and grave. Clarissa took my hand, and in her eyes I saw hope.

 

For some time I had stayed there, telling her of life on the Far Side. We had talked and dreamed aloud, even with laughter filling that strange sweet air several times. She was ready to fly, to make a difference in her life, perhaps in the lives of many.

 

  “I will talk to them, but they may not listen,” She said anxiously. But I knew that they would listen, eventually. And though it seemed strange to think that I might never see my own Reflection in the mirror again, it was worth it to know that I had helped her claim a right to a real life of her own.

 

  Clarissa shared her world with me. And I asked her if someday, when life on the other side was more settled, she would let me do the same for her.

 

  “Just a glimpse?” I asked. And Clarissa’s eyes answered yes.

 

I slipped back through the Door, the light fading into dullness of stark, plain Reality. But Reality was the world of freedom.