Not all dreams are merely dreams. Marlene learned that when she was just a child.
Deja vu was a regular feeling for her from the time she was old enough to recognize what it was. To her, it was normal- just the way things were. It wasn’t until she was twelve when she realized not everyone had these psychic dreams.
Of course, not all her dreams were like that. She had normal ones, as well. Through out her senior year, she had dreamed of standing in front of her entire class as valedictorian (which she did achieve) naked as the day she was born. She’d dreamed of being a princess in a long ago time, rescued by a dashing young prince. She dreamed of fields of wild flowers where birds would sing in the distant trees and of dark forests where the monsters would creep.
Last night wasn’t one of those nights. She’d awoken with an impending sense of doom. Something bad was going to happen. She just couldn’t remember what, as had happened on so many other occasions.
She had known when her grandmother had died, though only through the same painful, nagging feeling that she had already been through that day and something terrible had happened. The moment her mom had taken her aside, she had known. Tears began falling from her eyes before her mom started to speak.
That wasn’t the only tragedy she had predicted. She knew when Tony, her little brother’s goldfish, would need to be flushed. And when the cat had run away, she knew it would never come back.
It wasn’t just bad things she foresaw. On her eighth birthday, she had begged her mom for this children’s grow your own rock kit. Her mother had insisted she couldn’t find one anywhere, but little Marlene knew what would be inside the brightly wrapped package. She also knew there would be another smaller package- a pair of earrings with amethysts set in the shape of a turtle.
She’d lost one of those cherished earrings over the years and began carrying the other around as a sort of good luck charm. Maybe that’s why she was feeling so off. Her beloved trinket was not on her person. In fact, it was in the trunk of her small car, buried in her luggage.
The car rode smoothly. She was almost home now. Just a couple more miles, she told herself, then she could lock herself safely away from the world and whatever bad news waited on the horizon might disappear.
Her cell phone rang in the seat next to her. She knew better than to answer it while she was driving, but that sense of deja vu was back and stronger than ever.
The next song to come on the radio would be “Angel,” she was sure of it. When Sarah McLachlan began crooning what could possibly be the most beautiful song she had ever heard, she felt the lump rise in her throat. This was it… Whatever was eating away at her was going to happen now.
The trill of her cell phone brought her from her dark thoughts. She reached over to grab her phone.
It all happened that quickly. She missed the stop sign as she fumbled with her phone. The other car didn’t stop either, they had had the right of way.
The car crashed into the driver’s side of Marlene’s vehicle, crushing the compact car on impact. For Marlene, there was no more impending sense of doom, no more intense feeling of deja vu. The world was quiet, it was time for her to move on.