Snow Angels - Part 7

Maybe all this was just a big misunderstanding or a joke. Yes! I bet someone had come up with the idea of a prank. I lit up just a bit.

Maybe there even was a film camera somewhere? Any second now someone will come in the room and explain it all. And soon I would be back in my apartment in New York.

Then I came back to the horrific reality. I was living somebody else life just now.

“I am sorry, that is not me, my name is not Melanie, I am Catherine.” I said, but I was not even sure if I did believe myself anymore.

“Honey, this is you. The woman I married, the woman I love.”

He showed me the license again. It was the same face on the photo that I saw in the mirror earlier this morning. My hair was black and maybe ever shorter than it was now.

But in the same time, it was not me, Catherine. I was sure of that.

Bill approached me and put his arm around my waist. Then he kissed me on the top of my head.
“Why don’t we eat some breakfast, you have to be starving as long as you have been sleeping”

I nodded, but felt no hunger what so ever.

Bill made some coffee and then started to make us something to eat. I sat down at the kitchen table with the purse. I opened it and looked inside.
There was not much in it. Except for the wallet there was some make up, paper tissues, a mirror with rhinestones and a very small and very pink phone.

“What is this?” I asked.
“It’s your cell, your cellphone babe. How do you like your eggs?”
“Scrambled if that’s ok”

I suddenly remembered that I now was in 2010, maybe people had phones this small and their handbags now days.
“How do you use them?” I asked.

First he just looked strange at me, then smiled.
“Your last memory was 1997, I remember now. The one you had back then were nothing like this, time really goes fast.”

He took the pan from the stove and approached me. The coffee maker started to rumble a bit and it told us the coffee was ready to serve and the wonderful aroma spread in the room.

Bill then lifted the phone from my hand and showed me how to work it. It was so easy, wish I had one back then in New York.

But when I started to look in to it he said:
“Now it is time to eat. You can do all that later”

I must admit that when I sat down there at the table and saw all the things he had laid up there I felt really hungry, like I had not eaten in 13 years.