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(09/11/23)
The weekend was uneventful. The past week was intense. There wasn't anything I would have thought that would wake at 5:00 in the morning.

But I did.

My first concern was the pain in my right arm and hand. I thought it was a blood clot, or something else. But massaging it out seemed to do the trick, and I tried going back to sleep. I had to wake up at 7:00 for school, and I needed all the sleep I could get.

But I found myself restless. Trying to return to the warm embrace of sleep, but it stubbornly refused. And I am quite quick to fall asleep, even in the worst of conditions, so this was very strange indeed.

But then I recalled the date, and what happened on this day. Curiosity drew me to find out exactly when this terrible event happened.

5:15, Pacific Daylight Time.
The exact time I woke up.

Maybe I'm being superstitious. I know my mother is, and I would assume the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Maybe it's a coincidence. Maybe there's a logical explanation. But I deal with factual evidence, and I woke up at 5:15, the same time as the first plane struck the East Tower, 22 years ago.
I've been called sensitive, observant, dare I say empathetic. Maybe this is just one of those strange events forming a pattern that does not really exist. Maybe I am wasting sleep typing this up, when I should be resting where I can. Maybe this could be a lot of things. I don't know, I can't know.

All I know is my history, what happened on that fateful day, and remember.

We don't ever forget.