Memory

imagination

I walked into a room full of people. Some of them were old friends, some new. Some of them were people I didn't expect to see.

I had been here before. I walked into a room I had dreamed of so many times.

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I walked and suddenly I wasn't sure if the room was real. One thing I knew for sure. Everything that happened that night had already happened before in my imagination.