The woman inside......

There she was, standing, bare feet, allowing the sand to caress her toes. The waves played softly at her heels. With each brush, she felt alive.

She was alone. Alone with her self, her mind, her body. Her thoughts free to roam. Not really thinking about anything, yet still thinking about everything.

She needed this space, this escape from her world, her life, her work. It was all too much, too busy, she felt trapped. 

She was unaware of how she got here, but she was at total peace. It was quiet. Only the sound of the waves rushing in, and the sea air whispering softly in her ears.

She looked around. No one was there. Not a soul. Strange she thought, it was a lovely evening, warm, usually such nights attracted more people? But she didn't let it spoil the almost spiritual feeling she was getting as the sun slowly began to set behind the horizon. 


With each deep breath she felt alive. She looked at herself, and saw how beautiful she had become. Her hair long, wild, and freely dancing about her shoulders. Her body slim, womanly, and no longer in pain. She began to laugh,   not because it was funny, but because it was joyous. It was like the past twenty years had been erased from her body. Gone. Left standing there was the woman she was, the woman trapped inside. FREED.

She started to run. Run, skip, splash in the waves like an infant child. Delighted with her new self. It was as if the waves were washing away all the bad things, and leaving her with what was always meant to be.


She ran faster, testing out her new body. For years she had craved to be able to just run, but her body was her prison. Stopping her from doing the things she wanted, and turning her into someone that had once been desired, to just someone of just companion status. She hated this most about herself.

Life was robbing her of her youth, and with each passing year her lover faded away. Oh he said he loved her, but for her it wasn't enough, she had to feel it, see it, touch it. It was her secret fountain of youth. Without it she was dying, dying a slow painful death. Her soul was crying, for it remembered every touch, every sweet caress, very lusty word of passion. But it was all gone.


But at this moment she was running, and laughing, and free. She held her self, her arms and hands feeling every new curve. Her breasts perfect perky peaks, her legs long and shapely. She looked around and assured herself that no one was there, and she stripped off her clothing and ran into the water. Screaming at the sudden cold, but dove head first into the soothing waves.


Suddenly she thought of her lover. What would he think of her new self? She couldn't wait to show him. She swam back to shore and gathered her clothes, dressing quickly. Her dress clinging tightly on her body.

She walked quickly. The sand no longer an obstacle it once was. Nervous pangs danced in her belly, as she wondered what he'd say, or do? She walked for what seemed like ages. There was no end to this beach. How long had she been here? How far had she run?

It was getting darker. Fear was creeping in. She started running, but the shore line just keep going on and on and on. 

Panicked now she could not find her way home. She started crying. Uncontrollable sobs. She was lost, alone, cold, and afraid.

She sat down and tried to gather her thoughts, and think logically, but  nothing made any sense. Not giving up she got back on her  feet and began walking. Sooner or later she would find a way off the beach, or find people, surely?

Exhausted, she fell on to the sand. She closed her eyes for just a moment and sleep over came her. 

"Mummy, Mummy, I wet the bed......" came a soft voice weeping near her ear.

She slowly opened her eyes, looking around at her new surroundings. She was home. In her bed. Her lover sleeping soundly beside her, and her son standing by her bedside soaked to the bone.

She quickly looked down at her body, and it was all back to how it was. The feeling was bitter sweet.

"Mummy! I need a shower." her son grumbled.

"Yes you do, come on." She got up, and let her body adjust. It had stiffen during the night. 

She was home. This was her family. 

She popped her son in the shower and looked in the mirror. It was all gone. She sighed sadly, and accepted her fate, it was nice while it lasted, but she was happy to be back where she belonged. She was about to turn away when something caught her eye. 

She looked back in the mirror, and there, just for a brief moment she saw her. The woman, the woman trapped inside. She was skipping and smiling, right there in her eyes. This made her smile, and instantly her body relaxed. She blinked once and she was gone.

It was OK. She knew where to find her. She had never really gone away. She was just forgotten.