A faded white wooden house, cute but obviously deteriorating. Two windows faced me, side by side and identically rectangular. Very normal, very predictable, and a very common view that I see everyday when I wake up. Today is Thursday, the exact day im not sure of, but like all other weekdays, a day in which I would have to get up reluctantly at a time when the sun and myself were not yet fully awake. As I trudged towards my bathroom to brush my teeth and glance at the ever present white house, a landmark on my journey to the bathroom, something different caught my eye. I stopped right there in the hallway in my big shirt and knotted hair. I saw a flash of gold in the window of that old white house I had believed to be abandoned. A property that would be torn down and furnished into a castle in any other more developed area. Upon further inspection from inside my house through my own rectangular window I was shocked to see a girl. Not only was it a surprise to see life in the old house but I was dumbfounded at the size of this girl. Her face seemed to take up the whole window, some sort of giant child or reincarnation of Alice from Alice and Wonderland after she eats the cake labeled "eat me" and grows into a giant version of herself.  This girl was blonde, had glasses, and most importantly, was staring right back at me. This moment paused my mental clock, my routine interrupted. Then with out warning as I blinked she was gone. The old white house was again abandoned and tragically empty. I seemed to be frozen in time. Was this a mystical moment of magic I had just experienced, maybe. But as I stood there barefoot in the hallway processing my thoughts I embraced a deeper thought. This mirage had been a message. Perhaps that girl was me, a reflection or metaphor of my life. I saw myself outgrowing my normalcy, like a cage I didnt fit in and I was looking to get out. I pulled on a pair of shorts and skipped the bathroom routine. I walked outside barefoot and disheveled. I felt the cold soft dewy grass under my feet. I looked up at the sun as she did her morning yawn across the sky, expelling her warm breath of oranges and pinks as she began to rise out of bed. Today she would see me; today the world would see me.