Déjà Vu

November 19, 2013

I had the worst déjà vu this morning. I’m still a little sore, so I was in the bathroom taking a couple of acetaminophen while talking to my mom, who was in the kitchen. And I remembered having a dream in which this happened, back when I was pregnant.

I remember it being a weird dream. My mom was staying with me. But not because she was helping to take care of the baby. Something had happened. There was no baby. I was in the bathroom, taking a couple of acetaminophen, while talking to my mom, who was in the kitchen.

But it was just a dream, right? Just a weird, somewhat unsettling dream.

But it wasn’t. It’s, instead, a sad, unsettling reality.

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