A sleep where you dream

 I have been seeing my younger self in me quite often recently. 

Sometimes she'll peak through or channel through me.

She makes her quiet appearances, only when she feels it is safe to.

I was always like that. Always testing the water first to make sure it was okay.

I think myself careful.

When I laugh, I can hear her and when I cry, too. 

She loves all the music my mom used to play on our frequent trips down and up that mountain.

That mountain that made me.

All I have to say to her is thank you and I hope she hears that gratitude. I wish I could go back and visit her as the woman I am now. 

I would let it be known to her that she has a lot of love and peace on the way. Those are things she seldom felt in the way children should feel all the time. Love should be second nature. 

My hair was so long, and it hung perfectly and delicately over my slender frame, which I would later learn to loathe, and even later, embrace.

She'll see the world and she will be allowed to, without restrictions or walls in the way. 

She will learn to breathe into every moment, and she'll have outside influences, like steady friendships, that will aid her in learning how to do so. 

Whenever she peeks through, I greet her and tell her she can come out and play. She is reluctant, of course. 

It is nice to look back and know where you have come from and what you have come away from. 

If she met me, she'd bounce of the walls of her own heart. 

That may just be one of the sweetest feelings the universe has to offer. Feeling like the person you are now is a person that that little girl would just die to evolve into. When you go to bed feeling like that, you sleep a sleep unlike any other.

It's a sleep where you dream, and you dream well.