I sat in the bathtub, a little girl sat before me.
Her face was dirty--her bright green eyes stared up at me and her blonde curls danced in a mess around her dirt-covered face.
Gently sponging off the dirt, I asked her,
"Do you know who I am?"
"Yes," she replied innocently. "You're me, from the future." A smile plays at the corners of my mouth as i muse at her prodigality.
I sponge off the last bit of dirt.
"And what do you think about that?"