Deja Vu
Lashes flutter
Eyes open
The day commences
Resistant and sleepy feet touch the baseboards
Lights on
Clock checked
Her heart starts to race
Adrenaline pumping
She is going to be late for the ‘S’ bus
Arm flailing
Feet pounding
She runs for the closing doors
Made it
All seats taken
She holds onto a pole
While being whipped around the streets
An argument breaks out
Two men quarrel
A man with a giraffe like neck and weird hat
The other man is strikingly ordinary
Destination reached
Two hours slowly pass
The clock’s hand meet at 12 noon
Again
The man with an odd hat is conversing
About
About buttons for his overcoat
An eerie yet familiar feeling creeps over her
This day has happened before
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