Jeans in the right drawer.

Shorts in the left one.

Soni was unpacking her life for the seventh time

in sixteen years.

It was close to midnight,

but she wanted to get it done now

or else she’d never finish.

Her eyes drooped and 

she fought the tiredness. 

But it won and she was soon 

passed out on the mattress on the floor that

served as her bed.

She was soon dreaming.

In the dream, there were shards

of glass everywhere.

Wherever she looked,

jagged pieces of glass glinted up at her.

She saw her memories reflected in them.

The time she had to leave behind her

best friend because she was moving.

The other time when she had to leave 

all her friends and start over again 

with none.

When she’d endured bullying and teasing

and fake friends.

When she’d felt so lonely that she thought 

about dying.

But she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

There’s going to be something good soon, I know it. Soni told herself. 

She looked back at the memories. 

And then saw herself.

She was trying to piece the glass back together,

but was failing.

Shards cut her hands as she tried in

vain to pick them up.

Soni tried to help the echo of herself

with the sharp pieces,

but the pieces just fell through her hands

like she was a ghost.

When Soni succeeded in picking up

a shard,

she dropped it with a cry, 

jagged edge cutting into her. 

She’d ruined Echo Soni’s 

glass masterpiece in the making.

And she woke up,

remembering the shards.