Timeline 1: Chewing gum, ciggy, wine, fat bike, self-protection, phone, money, phone, distraction, self-protection, Red Bull, pleasing strangers, tanning bed, puffer jacket, avoidance, piercing, phone, money, wine, unreachable, ciggy, alarm bell, fear, phone, tattoo, money, ciggy, drunk, angry, no one understands me, self-protection, phone, unreachable, joint, wine, sleepless night, pain, Barbie dolls, antidepressants, wine, pink, phone, pain, black, death, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die.

Timeline 2: She wakes up (from a nightmare) on the banks of the river Nile under a palm tree in the soft sand, hugging me. We stay like that for another hour because it's so nice together. Sailboats slowly pass by and people wave at us, and we wave back. Then, back to the order of the day, looking out over our mega-project: How will this pharaoh couple finish their gigantic golden pyramid in this lifetime? Hmmm. Only the gods know. But it will be finished, because everyone loves us, because we are beautiful, special, and brilliant. In this temple, we can finally be ritually burned, so that we can become birds again, flying up to the heavens and soaring together among the stars, guarding Mother Earth, peacefully, in an eternal kiss.

Sometimes she's so fed up with timeline 1 that timeline 2 is next. But timeline 2 is super scary (and the flight to timeline 1 is familiar). I'm scared too. But I find timeline 1 even scarier. Because that's where the pharaoh princess dies. I don't recognize her anymore. But maybe it's not all that bad. Timeline 1 has to die, before timeline 2 can live.