little sofia is all grown up now, ready to be known in this world.

her little boyfriend and her little family are proud of her, and she feels the pride go through her in constant waves,

waves that brought her back to her small form sitting on her bed, sweating, after waking up from a nightmare.

her pride was like waves though,

harsh waves, not those nice ones.

if they get out of control, those waves will destroy her entire being.

her entire existence.

just like that dream of that tidal wave, that tsunami.

perhaps little sofia should learn from that dream she got years ago,

learn from the fear she got when waking up from that night mare.

she wouldn't be called little sofia anymore.

she walked out to the beach, in front of the ocean, another lopsided grin present on her face, similar to the one on her dream, her hallucination.

she admired the blue sky, hitting the ocean as she stared into the never ending space of water.

no tidal waves today,

no more fear,

and little sofia learned from that.