Asia got up from her back.
She had fell on the floor uncontrollably as she saw herself. Begging.
She didn't want to see herself ever in this attire. Ever. But she had to know. She had to know what she saw and why.
She went up to the mirror, looked back in her eye and as if she was sucked out of her senses and into oblivion that rested in her pupils.
She saw herself dull ragged skin, dirty nails, cracked heels, aching body.
Begging on a road that seemed familiar. She could feel her confusion and pain. For the first time in three she truly deeply felt everything not a dulled, number version but rather each feeling in its pure glory.
She recognized the surroundings. It was the route that she took for her college. She could exactly see the name of the road she was on because she was seeing the eyes of her beggar self.
