Daisy

You don’t recognise her at first. That’s the unsettling part. She recognises you immediately. Not with surprise. Not with confusion. Just a quiet certainty, like she’s been expecting this moment for a long time. She doesn’t rush to explain. She doesn’t correct you when you hesitate. Instead, she watches you carefully — as if she’s trying to decide whether it’s better to remind you who she is… or let you believe this really is the time you’ve met. Something clearly connects you. You just can’t remember what it is yet.