3:34PM, Slightly Windy, the clouds threaten rain, but the threats seem empty.
He'd done this before. He stood outside the deli with his overpriced coffee in hand. It wasn't unlike Henry to buy a coffee before he went out, but this felt eerily familiar. What had the differences been? What was altered from the deja vu that sat upon the throne of his mind?
Rain. There was no rain today. He'd met a college student that day, too. But why did it feel so familiar if so much wasn't occurring the same way? Why did the purchase of a beverage trigger such a response?
He couldn't put his finger on it. But Henry was great at shrugging off the strangeness and moving forward. Which he did! And immediately dropped his coffee and watched it splatter across the ground.
Oh, that was where the deja vu came from. Weren't those sorts of things supposed to be about previous lives?