For the briefest of moments, a few shallow breaths, a rolling shock of cold numbness creeps as my gaze falls on the sleeping face next to me. the short burst of amnesia leaves me adrift untethered as if I could slip off the edge of the world a world and a self that seem for a moment, so unrecognizable so wrong, I shake my head, I must have this wrong. All is lost, it has always been lost, in that moment. Then the warmth returns, and I see that it is my life laid out before me. I am no visitor here. The haunting feeling that I have known this truth before. This eternal emptiness lingers just around the edges the opposite of deja vu.