In a second containing an eternity, I found her very close to me. Intimately close. So close, I could count the eyelashes around her almond-shaped, hazel eyes; I saw her straight nose and could make out a dotted beauty-mole just below the fullness of her lips; wisps of her dark hair brushed my face and I got a whiff of fresh jasmine... I felt I knew her...yet she was a stranger... But the way she smiled a knowing smile, her hazy eyes spoke something as if...well, how could I explain...as if she knew me. It was a kind of Déjà vu...