Ready

I look down at my wrinkled hands and sighed. How’d I end up like this? It seemed like yesterday I was five and running around with friends. I look out the window and see myself, at seven, running around the yard trailing a kite, smiling, laughing. It’s been a while since I’ve laughed like that. I look again but this time I see myself at sixteen sitting on a blanket with my past husband, also sixteen. I smile sadly thinking of him. I look at my mirror and see myself, old, wrinkled, and ready. I sigh quietly, closing my eyes.