Déjà vu.
It felt like a dream and it was a dream but it was so real. The warmth, the scent, the presence of everything felt too existent to your liking. Everything felt so true. The texture of the wooden island, the switch of the coffee maker, the mug and the strong pair of arms snaking around your waist. It was real. It happened. That wasn't new.
The alarm telling you that you're late for another day at work had other plans though. Another day of being a corporate slave towards those in power who will never give two shits about the welfare of their workers. What a life.
Distraction.
Work felt off. Usually you'd easily accomplish tasks at hand but today felt different, a weird different. It felt like something bad was going to happen and your guts were screaming at your brain to get out of there but you have once again gaslit and manipulated yourself into thinking that you're overreacting and everything will be fine... you were right though. Work went weird but you ended the day by clocking out and saying goodbye to your coworkers before starting your journey back home.
Then it hit again.
"Morning honey." That deep morning voice that felt like home accompanied with a kiss on your bare shoulder and the arms wrapping around your waist.
"Did you get the paper?" His chin rested on your shoulder, the texture of his facial hair lightly tickling your skin as you place your hands on top of his. In front of you were two white coffee mugs prepared to both of your liking while the air smelled like freshly cut grass and breakfast.
"I did darling. It's on the table. How'd you sleep?" Turning around to face your lover, you plant a sweet kiss on his lips before cupping his face. He looked tired but happy– fulfilled even, his eyes tell you everything that you need to know but you can't help but want to listen to his voice once more.
"I always sleep the best when you're next to me pumpkin. You make living easier."
If only you were paying attention to where you're standing, you would feel the rain pouring over your head and drenching your clothes. Rushing, you make your way under the roof of a nearby bookstore, mentally scolding yourself for being distracted so easily at this time of the night. You then patiently wait for the rain to stop but it seemed like it wasn't going anywhere so you're stuck three blocks away from your little apartment, hungry and cold all because the same flashbacks keep on playing in your mind.
You then take a peek inside the bookstore. Maybe it was time to go back to your old hobby but then again, with your busy schedule, the book you'll purchase will just become an additional decoration to your bookshelf at home but who cares? Maybe one day you'll pick it up and read it in one sitting.
Making your way inside, you dust your feet on the small carpet they have by the entrance before walking around trying to find a book you would find interest in.
Fiction... life coaching... managing your finances... romance...
"Excuse me? Do you have a moment?"
Turning around, you're greeted by a small old woman who looked like she belonged back at home with her cat named "Kibbles" while sitting on a rocking chair near the fire place.
"Oh, yes hi, may I help you with anything?" You have no reason to be impolite to this lighthearted looking lady and you also had nowhere else to go.
"May I look at your palm for just a second?" She gave you no time to answer as she grabbed your hand, examining your right palm while running her fingers through it. You watched as she did that, rather than finding it creepy and uncomfortable, you waited for what she had to say next.
But she didn't say anything yet. She looked up straight into your eyes before smiling weakly.
"You are an old soul..."
"Huh?"
"Don't worry, you'll meet him again soon."
With your eyebrows scrunched in confusion, she just gently put your hand back down before patting your shoulder and walking away from you. Sneaking a glance at your palm, you try to make sense of what just happened and maybe even try to figure out what she saw within the lines on your palm.
"What do you mean I'll meet–"
She was no longer in the bookstore. You quickly then walk outside the shop but she was out of sight. Eyebrows still scrunched, you look at your palm again and all of a sudden, it stopped raining.
