I feel like I'm watching myself.

I mean, I'm me. I can feel everything I'm doing, but I'm not the one doing it. The necklace looks totally normal. Everything around me is unchanged.

Then the strangest thing happens. I speak.

It's a lot like hearing yourself on the telephone, but creepier. I'm the one speaking, but I don't even know the joke I just told.

I try to reach out and touch Emma, but I don't.

I try to get up and run, but I don't.

I try to yank on my hair to wake up from this freaky dream, but I just don't do any of it.

I simply wait for the bartender to finish scolding my drunk boyfriend. I don't even look over.