3a.m.
Banging on my window, never happens. Finally realizing it’s not a dream I stumble to the door.
“The front office is filled with smoke; we have to evacuate the building.”
“No, I have to get up at six. I’m going back to bed.” Not really, I didn’t say that.
Trying to wake from a really good sleep, I can’t decide what to take with me. My keys, Maggie Rose, and a bra. I retrieve a bra. Who does that? I didn’t get my phone, computers, iPad, nothing. I ran to my armoire to fetch a bra.
In fact, none of my electronics even came to mind.
I don’t know who I am anymore.
What a night.
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