109- Real and repeating

I dream about the little girl again. How did I forget about her? It’s not the same dream although it is definitely the same girl. Her white-blonde shoulder length hair which was so tidy last time is unkempt and looks like it could use a good wash and brush. Her eyes are still rimmed in red, but she’s not crying anymore. She’s…. Staring. Her eyes are glazed over and looking off in space with a vaca