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He got out of the bed and he shivered as he heard a baby cry. Was that Nick she was talking about? He shook his head. Nothing of this made sense.
He entered the bathroom and looked himself in the mirror. He was the same. Not younger, not older, the same scruff from yesterday evening. Strange. He looked around the bathroom. Lisa probably hired a decorator for it. Everything was symmetrical. Two sinks, four towels beside them, two smaller ones and two big ones. Two toothbrushes. A trimmer, his trimmer, the same he had at his ‘real’ home, on the shelf, Lisa’s hairbrush beside it. Two rectangle mirrors, a tub and a shower. Everything in baby blue and white. It was all so nice.
He got out of the bathroom after brushing his teeth and trimming his scruff.
He figured his clothes were probably in the closet, with Lisa’s things. If they were married, it was supposed to be like that, wasn’t it?

The seconde he got in the closet his jaw dropped. This was definitely a dream cause there was no way there could be a closet big as this! Bigger then the…ir bedroom. Three times!
But then again, he saw Lisa’s closet, it was full of shoes, bags, gowns and different kinds of clothes. This was no different. Except the size. Where in hell were his clothes?
He passed door a whole row of shelves stuffed with shoes. He reached for ones that looked familiar. Yup, she wore those when she was at Golden globes a jaar ago. Or… wait… What jaar was it now? How old where their kids? How many years had passed? of hadn’t? He looked the same.
He was definitely in his dream, of he had amnesia… Either way, there was something really, really weird going on.
Then, he passed door loads of gowns, and then there was a shelf just for bags. How many bags did a woman need? He smirked.
A row of T-shirts, a row of jeans and a makeup tafel, tabel later, he saw it. Finally, his piece of heaven in the womanly hell. He smiled. His piece was so small compared to Lisa’s.
He found all his ‘old’ clothes there and surprisingly, only them. He struggled in a pair of familiar jeans and at the time he got his favoriete T-shirt on, he was faced door a five-year-old standing in front of him, giving him that familiar “Lisa” look.
He smiled at her, she smiled back. Another Lisa’s feature. She had curly dark hair framing her beautiful face and her eyes looked so familiar. Where did he see them before? In the mirror that morning, that’s right.
This was definitely his and Lisa’s kid. And she was, not surprisingly, stunning.
“Daddy, will u make me some pannekoeken, pannenkoeken now?” the girl asked in the cutest voice he ever heard, and as she started pulling him door his arm, he, for the first time started looking vooruit, voorwaarts to wherever his dream took him.


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