21:00

It is 9 in the evening when she decided to stand just a few inches behind the glass door. But unlike the many nights she had spent looking at the world outside of the four walls she has been spending her days in, tonight is one of the many deja vus she has collected through the years. 

The same convenience store is visible in the corner of the street, the same wrecked cars are parked along the orange brick road, the four date trees are still perfectly aligned just like how she remembered them on February 29 of last year when she first set foot on that parking lot.

She takes a deep breath while trying to fathom how the scent of air was once different and foreign. It could have been in a dream or it could have been in another plane of consciousness she has yet to acknowledge but she knows this evening is exactly how it should be. She loves this kind of moments when fate faintly whispers, "You're doing just fine."