I proceed through the woods, avoiding low-hanging branches and leaves that could crunch.
The wind softly brushes against my skin.
I see her.
Or, at least, what appears to be a woman.
I begin to move slowly, hoping not to attract her attention.
As I move, she mimics my movements.
When my eyes meet hers, I feel my entire body tense.
It is as though I’m looking into a mirror.
The woman looks similar to me.
I squint to clear my view.
Shivers run down my spine.
She looks exactly like me.
But some features are different.
She appears as a version of my body unlike my own.
A version I see only in my dreams.