And then we woke up.
Both at once. In a bed neither of us had made.
In a home neither of us knew.
Each possessing no memory of them self, or the other.
Yet, there remained in each of us the deeply rooted assurance that the person next to us, was supposed to be there.
That wheresoever we were, we were supposed to be there together.
So lay there, in a strange room's strange bed; guessing at the life me might have, when we both must rise up and discover who we are.
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