A dream or a nightmare?

Jenna sat on a soft, red-and-white gingham blanket spread out over plush green grass. She looked down at a small doll, no bigger than her hand, as it sat in the lap-hammock created by her pink dress. She heard her mother call, and when she looked up, she could see that her mother stood in the doorway. Jenna noticed how young and healthy her mother looked. Her mother was tan, with sun-streaked light brown hair that hung a few inches past her shoulders. Her mother’s smile was radiant and her light blue eyes shined brightly. Her mother waved to her, scooping the air in towards her stomach, motioning for Jenna to return to her. As Jenna stood, a little girl, no older than eight or nine, rode past her on a purple bicycle. Long, shiny brown hair hung over her thin shoulders down to her waist. The girl proceeded to ride down the sidewalk and before Jenna could speak, she rode away and did not look back.