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Amy (amethyst_) wrote in spinningcompass,

Amy stopped at the grocery store and filled a bag with as many kiwis as she could. She took another bag and filled it with other foods that she thought pregnant women might crave. The only other stops she made, on the way to her home, were to look at her reflection in the windows of the buildings she passed by. She wanted to look as close to perfect as possible; her hair had to look just right and her clothes couldn't have any wrinkles. It would be the first time her mother ever saw her. She knew her mother would love her no matter what, but she wanted to make a good impression.

When she made it to the house, she stood outside and stared at the door. It was so familiar and at the same time, so different. She couldn't just walk inside as she would have in 2033. She knocked as best she could while holding the grocery bags. "Hi." She called out with concern in her voice. "You're not passed out, are you?"