Deja vu

 

I’ve never been there, but my mind keeps going back to the same place.  It is in a cabin, I’m sitting at a wooden table, the chair is not all that comfortable.  I seem to be waiting for something or someone.  I feel it is important for me to keep waiting, but I’m not sure why.

Finally, there comes a knock at the door.  Am I supposed to answer it?  Do I get up and open the door?  What if I’m not supposed to.  Am I in an experiment?  What if I fail?  Have I been through all of this before?  Why is everything so familiar? 

I don’t know why, but I think the table is the important thing.  There is something about this table… but what?  I examine the top of the table more closely.  The planks are unfinished and coarse.  It feels more like a picnic table.   If it is, why is it inside?  What am I doing here?  There’s another knock at the door.

 

Is this a job interview?  Am I dressed right?  What am I doing here and why is all of this so familiar?