Wish You Were Here

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  I awoke in my bedroom again, with my laptop opened up before me. I panicked. Did I go back in time before the accident once more? I looked around the room. It looked exactly the same. But wait. If it was before the accident, I wouldn’t remember it. My gaze stopped on the computer clock. 2018. It had been 2 years.

  “Babe, you coming down for dinner?” Morgan called from downstairs. “Need a little help with something.” I was relieved to hear his voice.

  “Yeah I’ll be down soon!” I called after him. I reexamined the date on my computer. October 1st. It was our anniversary again.

  “Alright but don’t go expecting anything from Chef Enrique ok?” he abruptly paused. “Sorry I shouldn’t have brought that up. Come down quick alright?” I knew he was probably referring to the night of the accident. But we got through it, and that, above all, was the most important thing.

  I got up and looked myself over in the mirror. It sounded like we were having dinner at home. Which probably meant my attire of sweatpants and T-shirt was sufficient. But just in case, I should probably check with Morgan.

  “Hey darling,” I called down the stairs.

  “Yeah?” came the reply.

  “What’re you wearing?”

  “Meow,” he teased. “Save that naughty talk for dessert.” I laughed.

  “No seriously. Are you dressed up or something?” I didn’t want him to be the only one making an effort this time.

  “Babe I’m cooking. Everything’s gonna get messed up anyway.”

  “Roger,” I responded.

  I looked at the bed. I had set aside a little red dress to wear. I hesitated, pausing to think in my state of undress. Everything was clear as day this time. The accident. The deal. But it all seemed…too easy. Had I really won? Had I succeeded in changing our fate?