Subconscious.

     She stood in front of the mirror, evaluating herself, from her wide set hips to the 6'1'' figure.  She gave a look of disapproval.  Slowly, she traced her jawline, then followed the soft arches of her cheek bones.  Lowering her hand, she looked into her own eyes. A soft sapphire with subtle specks of jade. She noted that her eyes were the kind that always seemed on the brink of tears.  As if they had been trained to expect it at any moment.
     She shut her eyes and lay her head against the mirror, and carefully felt of her chest.  She felt the deep abrasions and for a moment was back again. In the middle of it all, the fighting and screaming, her personal war.  She had kept her eyes shut then, too.  Not having to live with the images of what was happening around her was the only protection she could give herself.  But the sounds, they echoed in her dreams.