PORTLAND, ME—The complete tapestry of her future existence flashing earlier than her eyes as her companion described his minor ailment, native lady Sandra Donaldson reportedly envisioned a completely new life as a reclusive widow simply seconds after her husband Scott talked about he felt a bizarre migraine approaching. “Oh, sorry babe—need me to get you an aspirin?” Donaldson instructed her mate in response to his description of the uninteresting ache behind his eyes, which reportedly set off a vivid imagining of her hypothetical life as a bereaved partner, tolerating the whispers of neighbors about what she does on their own in her dust-covered and overgrown home, rising solely to drive alone to the cemetery and place roses at her husband’s grave whereas wearing a black scarf and sun shades. “Are you getting that blurry imaginative and prescient factor, too? Simply lie down [and soon I’ll be alone over your motionless body, left to close your eyes and begin funeral arrangements. Maybe I’ll spend times with other widows. Maybe I’ll just sit in a park with a flannel blanket over my legs and a thermos of coffee to watch the sunrise, turning away whenever anyone approaches to softly weep].” At press time, the fantasy of her doable life had reportedly evaporated as shortly because it got here after her husband realized he was simply experiencing mind freeze from consuming ice cream too shortly.