- Vol. 05
- Chapter 02
Gemma in the Waiting Room
There was a cotton ball déjà vu of muffled sounds and vaguely familiar colors. Gemma knew that she was no longer Gemma, but there was still a faint trace of the life before. She could hear the sound of her first car’s revving engine. She could hear her mother calling to her in the backyard, to come inside for tomato soup. She could feel the round curve of her wooden cane, when she reached 80.
In the waiting room of new awakenings, every chair had a white robe on it. Each of them would be welcomed into the fresh start of newness— new name, different height, new life quest. She palmed her smooth head, surprised by the lack of even a single hair. We all start as babies, Gemma thought, the possibilities glowing like a rainbow night light in a dark hallway. You can’t take the déjà vu with you— you can only hope that past mistakes will guide you not to walk along the same path.
Not a wrinkle on my hands yet, she thought. The road only goes forward.