Dreamed last night that I was back in my hometown for some reason and visiting old shoppes I used to love. I bumped into my childhood dermatologist and together we tried to find my file to recall what he had mixed with my skin cream that had worked so well....
While on this simple journey I kept being surrounded by sights, sounds and smells that I hadn't thought of in years. Things I loved or that made me laugh. Good memories. Treasured bits of time.
The individual pieces have faded away with the morning, but I woke with the simplest thought in my mind: if that was a taste of what will someday "flash before my eyes" in my final moments... Everything's going to be okay.
I actually have trouble with remembering much of my life a lot of the time, but now I know the vault is in there. Waiting for me to open it again.
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