Cynthia Edge

“Lately she had been having this strange experience of waking up in the middle of the night not knowing who she was—that was the only way to describe it. The feeling wasn’t figurative, but literal: when she looked around her bedroom in Tribeca, she didn’t recognize her life. How had she become so old, so young? It was as if she had taken over the body of another character—one who was a wife and a mother—and was now expected to play its part. But recently the lines of dialogue had diminished, and what she had been left with was a set of camera angles and stage directions and a script that she couldn’t remember ever having been given.”
― Grant Ginder, So Old, So Young