What if I’m not the real me? What if I am the doppelganger who shows up at the places that I frequent and unnerves my friends?
What if I’m doing crazy things to sabotage my life?
I’ve never run into myself in the grocery store. Do I even have a husband? What if he’s his Doppler?
Can we know ourselves? Is any of this real?
The next time I look in the mirror I’ll ask myself some hard questions. I will get to the bottom of this.