You sat on the edge of your bed, staring down at the dusty floor.
It was night time, and as usual, you could not fall asleep.
You rocked back and forth waiting for the floor boards to speak to you.
You’re favorite song they spoke was that of laughter from the floor below you.
You liked to imagine where the laughter came from.
You liked to imagine that you knew how to laugh like that.
A little mouse crawled from under the bed and interrupted your thoughts.
“Hello, deary” he whispered to you.
“Hello Alby,” you replied.
“Why are you so glum my dear?” he asked you.
You rubbed your hands in your face with distraught.
“I have forgotten how to laugh,” you cried.
Alby scurried over to a tall mirror in the corner of your room, beckoning for you to follow him.
You hopped off the bed and walked over to the mirror.
Immediately you burst into laughter.
For in your reflection was a young girl whose face was scarred from corner to corner.