She didn’t have much time to think, because suddenly the door opened and she heard the wedding planner announce that the processional music had begun. She could now walk down the aisle to her day.
Walking down the aisle alone was a painful experience. No one was accompanying me, not my father or mother, not even my friends.
As the song began to play, one of her feet began to move on its own, as if she had become numb to the world around her. She turned away from the shocked faces sitting on the benches; everything seemed a blur. She felt disconnected from her own body, as if she was watching herself walk down the aisle from a distance, oblivious to her surroundings. It was as if someone else was walking down that aisle, but it was really her.