The next morning, I was seated up, my knees drawn up to my chest as I gently touched the golden leaf on the bed.
It was still hard for me to believe.
I had had a dream.
Well, what felt more than a dream.
Felt like a memory from a life I couldn't recall.
Running through forests laughing with a man who seemed so familiar.
A man I couldn't see, yet somehow knew I had a romantic connection to.
I woke up before I could see his face and was stunned to find the golden leaf of the same tree I had climbed in my dream.
What was this?
Proof that I hadn't just been dreaming?
That something was happening to me
I was getting memories of things I couldn't recall.
A life I knew I had never lived.
All through the night, I had remained awake, staring at the leaf.
It was almost in the shape of an apple and had veins protruding through its body.
Golden, just like the leaf itself.
Except it was firmer than the body of the leaf.
