Looking out the window I watched the river traffic. For a second I wondered if I was watching the real thing. Or was the window really just a film screen depicting a busy city river. Shaking my morning head, I glanced around the condo suite that I had purchased at her request three months ago. And then set about designing the interior as to her specifications. My partner had stopped by and we both agreed about personal taste. Thinking I had finally arrived in a city I liked best. I heard someone entering the condo. I walked over to the middle of the room to see who it was.
“Yes.” Her eyebrows rose. “Who are you?” She asked setting down some packages.
“What do you mean who am I?”I asked.
“Just that, who are you? What are you doing in my home?”
“Do I need to repeat myself?”
“Don’t you recall?”
“My goodness. How about last Saturday morning?”
“Saturday morning? I was at my wedding. And…I mean.”
“Oh? Whom do you think I am?” I asked.
“That’s the point isn’t it.”
“I don’t who you are.”
“Are you sure? Reflect on it.”
“Well…I…wait a minute. You’re not? I’ve been very busy at my firm and…” She paused.
“You’re getting closer. I was standing next to him.”
“Well if you’re who I think you are, then?”
“I thought you knew.” I said.
“No…I…do you know who you are?”
“That’s why I’m here.”
“Expectations are always different before and after. Who did you attend the wedding reception with?”
“No, you can’t be. You mean I married both…?”
“What did you expect?”
“Isn’t that still illegal?”
“Only under the previous, socially and mutually agreed upon reality that no longer exists. That’s old cinema. Or, there’s another possibility.”
“You entered the wrong suite and therefore the wrong reality? Go to the next suite, look out the window then come back and please share with me what you saw.”