Chapter #4The New, Racier, 64 year old woman by: Unknown "Oh my...looks like I been trippin through them sands a time," I remark.
As I look in the mirror, the image that looks back at me is that of a grandmother. Myhair is a mix of mostly gray and white, with touches of light brown here and there. Two sets of bags show under my eyes, crows feet are etched in the corners of my eyes, my cheek bones stand out and I have a bit of jowls and a crepey neck. My chest sags a bit, like fruit a bit overripe for the season, I lean forward a bit and my tummy has a bit of a pooch to it.My fingers are more spindly, though covered with elegant rings, and my glasses are silver,horn-rimmed bifocals on a beaded chain. I am a touch shorter in height too.
"You know young man, this hair of mine seems a bit long for a lady my age."
"It is not any longer," he laughs, as my hair is now a short perm.
"Well I'll....how'd that...?"
"Happen? Easy, you just thought it wasn't right for your age, and it changed. If
anything is not right for the new you, you just think that and it changes to more reflect
what that might be."
"Hmmm...." I ponder,"so if I figgered that I would be fine with full curly hair to the
middle of my back, along with racy leopard print top, black capri pants, and stilleto heels,
and inch long red fingernails?"
" Then you would see that reflected back to you in the mirror, and in reality as it
is now. You can go ahead and indulge your need to change, all the way up to noon
tomorrow."
"What happens then sweetie?" I rattle.Crap, I even sound like a woman my
gram's age, and then think dress flats might be a bit easier and then find myself in
sequined, gold tennis shoes.
"Whatever state you are in when you leave here, is the state you'll be in for the
next month. Your life will change to reflect the new you. When the month is up , you can choose to visit again or stay that way."
"So you mean...if I want that is...I can make other changes to myself?"
"Absolutely, though right now I'm here to escort you to dinner and to meet some
other guests.
Allowing myself to take the gentleman's arm and head on out to dinner. I can't help
but wonder what the rest of the stay will be like. As we leave the room, I hear the song,
"Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm 64?"
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