Between two places,
I was driving
After work.
I was alone,
Singing along —
A bit tired,
But still enthusiastic
Enough to sing.
I thought
Someone was following me,
So I checked
The rear-view mirror.
There was no one
Behind.
But to my surprise,
There was Annabelle —
Grown-up-ish,
Sitting there,
Singing the next lines
Of the same song.
I got scared.
I screamed,
But no sound came out.
It was like
I was on mute.
And that woke me up.
I realised
I had dozed off
While driving.
Was it a daydream?
A night dream?
A dream while conscious?
I don’t know.
Hard to tell.
I stopped the song,
Got out of the car,
Parked properly.
And the couple
From 13B,
In the car opposite mine,
Parked almost
At the same time.
I looked at them —
And the woman
Looked like
That same Annabelle girl.
Older now,
Married,
With a loving husband
And such.
I went my way home,
Kept singing.
And when I came back
The next morning,
There was a small cloth piece —
Like the one
From the Annabelle doll.
Now I don’t know
What’s real
And what’s imagination
Anymore.
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