Same

A few days ago, my sister and I went to church for the first time in a long, long while.
It smells the same. Like old books and bad coffee.
But it's different. More run-down. Attendance has declined, and it feels a bit neglected.
The nursery has been abandoned. It was once overrun with toys and smelled like crayons. Now it's used for general storage, and smells like nothing.
Aimee and I stood in this room together, looking around at its emptiness. We used to spend hours and hours playing there, avoiding the church services.

It's very quiet now.
"I dream about this place," Aimee said.
and that was the moment I realized
 my sister
and I
share the same dreams.

I've always suspected this. We are two parts of one whole. Twins of different ages and height, yet identical in mind, memories, and, it seems, dreams.