She rolled out of bed to see nothing but a blank wall. Her cat was her only comfort. She peeled out of bed to slowly walked herself to the bathroom. She couldn’t find the toothpaste anywhere being half awake. It wasn’t where she had last left it.
Oh wait. It was. Funny what the mind does when one is half asleep.
As she walked back into her room her mind still didn’t need to work. It was morning, same repeatable routine as always.
She put on her make-up and her uniform and drove herself to work.
The monotony of work didn’t force her to use much effort. This allowed her to apply her energy towards things that actually mattered.
Headed home from work she wasn’t expecting much. The day had fallen as routine as many.
She looked left.
She looked right. And she froze.
Not to far from where she was looking but not clear enough for her to see.
He had been hit, or was that just..
It couldn’t have possibly.
The other car was gone faster then it even hit the person in front of her eyes.
She rushed out of her car to find a face faintly familiar.
A older version of a past friend. It had been years since the thought of his existence. The face had aged yet it was still so young.
Sirens raced in. people pushed them away.
Stuck somewhere in between the present and the past.
She falls.
Somewhere
Far from the certainty of her daily routine.
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