Pyjama Days

by Delilah

Earlier this evening I was lying on the floor still in my pyjamas listening to the Cranberries. Feet propped up on the windowsill at an angle where I could only see the sky and rain out the window I had thrown wide open.

As I lay there, thinking about nothing much at all, a strange feeling came over me that can only be described as déjà vu. Then in weird flashback style I remembered another rainy evening when I lay on the floor, in the same room, listening to the same song on the radio. That was easily over ten years ago and I was still in school.  

Nostalgia is a funny little creature, creeping up on you when least expected.

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