I was expecting a parcel yesterday from Brooklyn, New York but instead I received a card from the postman with pick up details and attempted time of delivery. I put the card on the on the shoe storage unit next to the entrance and went to the studio to get on with a project I am running late on.
At around 4 AM I decided to hit the sack, so I went to the bedroom, switched the fan on and collapsed on the bed but just as I was about to nod off I had this flash back of a woman who came to sit for me a few years back. She had recently had a baby but you wouldn’t of noticed, we had a bit of small talk during the shoot and everything went as per usual but there was one thing that was odd. One of my cats, a very social one went up to see her and rubbed off her as she would often do with folk but for some reason, mid being very friendly, she bit the woman’s forearm. It wasn’t an aggressive bite but it was enough to draw blood.
As this memory came back to mind I couldn’t help but wonder why. I nodded off anyway and didn’t think more of it until today, when I jumped on the mini bus to go and pick up my parcel. About half way to destination a woman at the side of the road signaled the bus to stop. It did and she got on and sat in front of me. She didn’t look at me when she got on but I looked at her and recognised her immediately. She hadn’t changed much. Her was hair was a bit longer and a couple of fake finger nails where stuck to her fingers (As a side note: I fucking hate fake fingernails. Anything fake tends to irk me). Anyway, she shouted to the driver to stop at my stop and we got off. She headed in the opposite direction to the post office and I went and picked up my parcel.
I got back a couple of hours ago and thought I would note this little oddity down for the record.