Sorting Blank Tarot Cards Before the Street Sweeper

Sorting Blank Tarot Cards Before the Street Sweeper

I was back in my childhood bedroom, but it had the high, arched ceiling of a church library I visited once years ago. My old coworker Dan was sitting on the floor sorting through an old tarot deck, except all the cards were completely blank, matte black squares. He kept handing them to me, saying we had to find the one with my true birth hour written on it before the street sweeper came by outside. I knew deep down that if I flipped the right card over, I would finally understand why I've been feeling so restless lately. Every card I turned felt heavy like lead and warm in my palm, humming slightly like a refrigerator running in an empty house. Outside, the engine noise grew louder and louder, and I was frantically shuffling through them, feeling this intense, quiet dread that the moment to see it was slipping away.