Deja vu

Have you ever experienced that strange feeling of déjà vu? Do not smile, I know! I myself am a character born from someone’s imagination: Miss Rose! More extroverted than my creator, I allow myself to meet others like me. I do not wait for an opportunity that may never present itself, I create it.

Depersonalisation is something I know well. My friend Morpheus carries me away to places far too distant from the town that saw me born — no! rather, appear. Depending on the era to which I must travel, a trunk of clothing is placed at my disposal so that I may blend into the setting.

However, I have noticed that moment of hesitation in the people I visit. A few seconds when they seem to think: “I have met her before… no, impossible, she would be my age by now, perhaps even older!” Are they suffering from ecmnesia or paramnesia? No, it is simply a memory their minds rush to bury away. This recollection is real, but how could it be otherwise? I shall forever remain thirty years old. How can they accept growing old while I wander through time without a single wrinkle?