The feeling.

At 6:30 AM the feeling strikes me.
The sudden certainty that she'll die.

My stomach hurts, my eyes sting. I see it before my eyes, how it'd happen. I'd get a text message from my dad, when I'm at school.
She passed away this morning.
Just like what happened before. Wishing that it would be just deja vu, I'd stare at my phone.

But this is not the reality. She isn't going to die, not yet. She is fine. She will recover.
She is strong.

But the thought, the fear, it kept me up for another hour.

At 8:45 AM I woke up and went to school.
At 11 AM I knew she was fine.