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Life, As Is - Chapter 1

Updated on January 28, 2016

Chapter 1

I sat at a table outside of the Starbucks, across the street from - what was apparently - my apartment. I sipped my vanilla latte while waiting for Katrina, hoping I would recognize her from her picture.

I couldn't believe this was happening, again!

A cute male barista, who looked to be in his early twenties, waved hello to me as he walked in to start his shift. I must be a regular here. I was, somewhat, familiar with the neighborhood. I’d been working in Manhattan for years; however, what led me to move here was a complete mystery to me. I always thought it would be cool to live in Manhattan but the rent has always been astronomical. How was I able to afford it? I couldn’t imagine what I was paying. I’m sorry….what WE were paying! If I didn’t know how I ended up in Manhattan, I sure as hell didn't know how he came back into the picture!

I saw a tall, Phoebe-from-Friends-look-a-like walking toward me and I knew instantly it was Katrina. According to my calendar, I had a psychic reading scheduled with her for today. (That’s right. I, Brianna, had a psychic reading scheduled at a Starbucks. What, exactly, had I become?) The only reason I showed up was to see if someone…anyone…could fill me in on…well…anything!

Attached to the calendar reminder for my reading was the e-mail trail between Katrina and me and from what I could tell, we seemed to be friendly. Even if she wasn’t a legitimate psychic (if there is such a thing) I should be able to gather some information from her about my life.

As she approached, she had her arms opened to embrace me. I'm not least I don't remember being one.


Oh no, she did NOT just call me Bri-Bri!

"Hi," I responded, awkwardly hugging her.

"What's wrong," she asked and without skipping a beat added, "You're not yourself right now, what's going on."

Before I knew it I burst into tears.

"What happened? Did something happen to Jim?"

The crying jag paused for a second when she mentioned Jim then it started again, only harder.

"No, he's fine. I think."

"You think? Bri, what...

I remembered to breathe and took a sip of my latte.

"I woke up this morning and...and I didn't recognize anything."

"Ah!" I was sure she thought I meant figuratively; as if I was going through some sort of self-discovery. "Did you have a dream about..."

"No! Literally! I literally didn't recognize my apartment and I still don't! When I went to sleep last night it was 1997 and when I woke up this morning it was 2015. And, no, I don’t mean that in a ‘boy, does time fly’ sort of way. I seriously cannot remember the last…” I tried, unsuccessfully to count, “I don’t know, sixteen or seventeen years! I'm married, right now, to someone I haven’t seen in that many years and I’m living in a different state. Oh, and before last night...however many months ago… I went to sleep in 2013 and woke up in 1997!" It was word vomit at its finest.

"Slow down. Slow down, Bri. I'm having a really hard time following you."

I looked at Katrina for a moment. Could I trust her? Would she believe anything that came out of my mouth? She claimed to be a psychic so that must mean she's the very least.

"I don't know what I'm saying," I blurted. "I just don't feel like myself right now my heart's racing, I'm burning up." I said, taking off my jacket.

"You made sure your coffee is decaf, right?"


"Yeah, remember you had the same reaction when that cute barista accidentally served you caffeinated instead of decaf?"

"Why would I react like this? And why in the hell would I ask for decaf? What would be the point of that?"

Katrina went from looking confused to downright worried.

"Brianna, what's up with you? You don't drink caffeine."


"What do you mean 'what'? You gave up caffeine, like, ten years ago. Caffeine, alcohol and red meat. If that coffee has caffeine in it of course you’re going to have a negative reaction. You know that!"

"Did I become a Mormon?"

"Ok, you have to talk to me." She grabbed my hands and spoke slowly. "What exactly happened when you woke up this morning?"

I sighed. What did I have to lose?

I filled Katrina in on everything I experienced within the last few months; or what seemed like the last few months. I told her about how I went to bed with my husband, Greg, in late 2013 in Brooklyn and the next morning woke up as my twenty-six year old self in 1997. When I woke up that morning I was three-thousand miles away from home, in Fullerton, California, living with my crazy guitarist ex-boyfriend, Damian. I told her how I reconnected, and hooked up with Jim, an old flame that I lost touch with in my teens. Then, as soon as I manage to get my life on track and also help my little brother, Caelum, get on his feet, I fall asleep while watching TV and wake up in 2015. I was back in New York but in a strange apartment with Greg living across the hall and married to somebody else. Oh, and apparently, I'm married to Jim as there are pictures of both of us all over the apartment and I happened to see mail for him on the kitchen counter.

"You're not married."

"I'm sorry?"

"You and Jim. You're not married."

I was about to take a sip of my latte then remembered that I didn't like the feeling of my heart exploding out of my chest. So I simply sat there, with my hand in mid-air and stared at Katrina.

"Really? After everything I told you, that's the one item you focus on?

"I just thought you should know."

"Thank you, Katrina!"

“But I get it; you're more concerned about everything else."

"Kind of."

"Well, it is incredible."

"I swear I'm not making any of this up."

"Oh, I believe you. I've just never met anyone who's been through that before."

"I'm sure you haven't."

"Before any of this started, did anything traumatic happen? Did you have an accident? A near death experience?"

"No! At least, not that I can remember."

"Well, you know the soul can travel to different dimensions."

"And change things? Change the past and present?"

"That, I couldn't tell you. But who knows?"

Katrina was accepting this a little too easily. Was she simply humoring me? I asked her as much.

"Come on, Bri-Bri. You know me better than that. I honestly do believe you went through something."

"No! That’s the problem; I don’t know you! I don’t remember you at all! I don’t remember my apartment; this Starbucks…none of it! And please stop calling me Bri-Bri, I hate it!


“I need to know; do you really believe that I physically went through...I don't know...some sort of time warp or something?”

She thought about it for a few seconds.

"You think I've lost it, don't you?" I asked.

"I didn't say that."

"But you're thinking it."

Katrina grabbed my hands, again, and said, "Look, you need to calm down and stop being so defensive. I'm not judging you. I don't think you're crazy. I'm trying to figure out what's going on. Let's breathe together and try to get centered."

I could live with that. I just wished she wasn't so touchy-feely. It was a little strange sitting out in public, holding hands with a psychic while breathing. What, exactly, did I turn into in this life?

"I'm having a hard time getting anything," she said after a couple of minutes. "Not surprising, though. You're still stressed. Too much low vibrating energy is coming out of you."

"Ok," I said, pulling my hands away, "tell you what; from past experience I can tell you that I'm most likely not going anywhere for a while. So instead of focusing on what my soul, the universe or God Himself is trying to tell me, maybe we should find out what tangible information I need to know, right now, to get me through the next few weeks, months...whatever."

"Like what?"

"Well, for one thing, work! I'm living in Manhattan of all places! How is it possible I can afford to live here? What do I do?"

"You're a pharmaceutical sales rep."

I looked closely at Katrina and tried to decipher whether or not she was being ironic.

"No, I'm not,” was my response.

"Yes, you are."

"I'm a vegetarian who's sworn off alcohol and caffeine and I sell drugs?"

"Well, I wouldn't call you a 'vegetarian'...."

"Doesn't really matter, Katrina! How did that happen? First of all, I’m supposed to be a health nut. Second: the Brianna I know hated people which meant that she hated sales because that required having to talk to - and even worse - be pleasant to people!"

She shrugged, "You like the money."

"I don't know the first thing about pharmaceutical sales! And what's the deal with Jim? How did we reconnect? The last time I remember speaking to him was to tell him it was over."

"He was persistent." Katrina was munching on something she picked out of a funky looking sack. She held it in front of me. "Soy beans? They're covered in organic dark chocolate!"

What the hell was I doing here?

"I...I need to go back to my apartment. I need to figure out what to do or where to go from here." I tried to stand, but couldn't.

"You know what? I wonder if performing a past life regression on you would help. Think about it. It works with helping you remember lives from centuries ago, why not the past few years!"

The one thing that was keeping me from telling this nutcase to go away was the fact that, first of all, she didn't tell me to go away after I told her my story. On top of that she knew the life I lived at that moment so I could use her help. See seemed harmless, too. Crazy but harmless. I finally stood up.

"Let's hold off on that for now." I suggested. "Let's go to my apartment and maybe you can help me put some pieces together." At least when I was sent to the past I was able to rely on memory.

As we walked across the street to my apartment building, I stopped short and felt tears start to form.

"What's wrong?" Asked Katrina, grabbing my hand, yet again.

"I can't remember what apartment I live in."

[To read chapter 2 click here:]

(c) 2014 Brenda Thornlow

To read more about Brianna and her story, check out the 1st installment My Life as I Knew It, available through Amazon. (Link below)

Brenda Thornlow was voted one of the 50 Great Writers You Should Be Reading for 2015. She is the author of the new fiction series My Life as I Knew It; the short story, The Revolving Door and A Godless Love. Available at Amazon. (Link below)

Available for Kindle & Paperback

© 2014 Brenda Thornlow


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    • newbizmau profile image

      Maurice Glaude 

      10 months ago from Mobile, AL

      I had to stop! I just got the goosies big time. When she starting talking about astral travel to different dimensions or times and could change things. Wow! NY TIMES Bestseller

    • Bk42author profile imageAUTHOR

      Brenda Thornlow 

      4 years ago from New York

      Oh no! I've actually had nightmares of that happening! Lol

    • Say Yes To Life profile image

      Yoleen Lucas 

      4 years ago from Big Island of Hawaii

      If I woke up in 1997, I'd be VERY upset! I was still in the cult then!

    • Bk42author profile imageAUTHOR

      Brenda Thornlow 

      4 years ago from New York

      Thank you so much, MsDora. I had the first part of the story, My Life As I Knew It, originally posted on here and published it recently. Have a good night!

    • MsDora profile image

      Dora Weithers 

      4 years ago from The Caribbean

      Quite interesting! The conversations add so much to the life of the story. Keep at it!


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