The dream started out like any other, fading into a scene I knew all too well.
You and me, alone, you took out your phone and snapped a picture of me.
I jumped into your seat trying to get your phone, you just laughed and held it away.
Fighting back and forth over your phone, you holding back my hands.
"What if, secretly, I didn't actually take any pictures of you?"
I wake up, all I can say is "deja vu."