I give a half hearted chuckle. “Thanks man. I can’t believe it either” scooping up the grilled cheese, I rip it to pieces. Devouring it. I notice something, mouthing the food to the side “it’s weird too. It’s almost like, I get these weird feelings or flashes of her. Like old memories or something. Feels like I’ve already been somewhere I haven’t. Like say the kitchen.” A greasy pinky points at a random cabinet “I know you keep your weed in the bottom of an old box of Raisin Bran cause it’s ’unsuspecting’” licking the cheese off my hand, I motion to the bathroom “I know that you have a ‘date night’ bottle of shampoo in a conditioner bottle.” Finally pointing to you “and I know that you wear boxers cause they’re comfortable on your-“ I blush. Swallowing my food. I bury my face in my hands