It was muddy and had an opening in the canopy of the trees. I laid my towel on a fallen tree and began to undress. I took my t-shirt off, unbuttoned m... jeans and took them off and laid both on the fallen tree. I stood for a moment in the rain. The water plastered my short brown hair to my head. My underwear were becoming soaked, so I slipped them down to my ankles, and then I stepped out of them and laid them with my other clothes. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back and, for the first. Tremulously, I slowly turned my head towards where I had seen the movement. Fear made my breathing shallow, ragged little gasps.It was a mirror. The movement had been my own as I walked into the room.Relief flooded through me momentarily until it slowly dawned on me that my hope that this was the dream was nothing more than wishful thinking. What – more appropriately who – I saw staring back at me from the mirror chilled me to the bone.A stunning, raven-haired beauty with a lithe, well-toned. Finally she removed my cape and letme get up. She held out my dress and let me step into it from the top,"So you won't mess up your hair." I later learned that the style was ashirtwaist, yellow, with a hem hitting me a few inches above the knee. Tracy asked me to button the top. It was difficult because it buttonedbackwards, but I finally got it right. She helped me slip into the brown leather sling-back pumps. They hadmedium heels and it took me awhile to walk in them but Tracy waspatient.. "Dr Jackson nodded adding, "Monday would be a good day, she will be overthe worst, but will still be sedated and we will be breathing for her."I noticed the use of she AND I noticed the breathing for her. "What doyou mean, breathing for me?"He smiled. "Nothing to worry about, it's just that we will be doingthree procedures around your face, your nose, your Adams apple and yourvocal chords; four if you count your lips, so things will heal fasterif you are not breathing for yourself, and it will.