It’s dark. I wake up drenched in cold sweat. Was I drugged? Did someone slip something in my coffee? My heart pounds in my ears like I just ran a marathon. My mind is a foggy mess, scrambling to put the pieces together. Who am I? What time is it? What day is it?
I blink rapidly, trying to steady myself. The room’s spinning, everything looks unfamiliar. Wait, no, that’s... my poster of the Periodic Table. I’m in my room. Okay, good. But why do I feel like I’ve just crossed over a bridge I wasn’t supposed to cross—like I’ve stepped into some parallel timeline?
I glance at the clock. Is it 4? 6? God, I can’t see. 6. Okay, a.m.? p.m.? Are there even two sixes in the day? Wait— what day is it?
I grab my phone, desperate for a bridge back to reality. The screen flashes to life, blinding me like I've just discovered fire. I squint. Okay, 6:05 p.m. Sunday. Wait. Sunday?! I can almost see it, a flicker of a thought—maybe a flashback, or something buried deep down in my mind? My head feels like it's filled with static, but it’s there, that faint memory. What was I doing before this? Oh. I remember now. I was feeling a little tired, but not tired enough to completely abandon time. Or at least, I thought I wasn’t. One minute, I’m about to take a quick nap, and now I’ve somehow ended up in the middle of it, stuck between the past and the present, neither fully awake nor asleep.
I look at the time again. 6:05. Right. No, that's not possible. How did I sleep for four hours? Was I just so comfortable that I slipped through a gap in time? A nap that was supposed to last 20 minutes turned into a bridge between then and a future I’m not prepared for. But did I even cross it? Where am I in time right now?
Alright, calm down. Nobody drugged me. I drugged myself with the most dangerous of substances—the comfort of my own bed. I willingly stepped onto this bridge, hoping it would lead to a short rest, but now I’m stuck in a dimension where naps are apparently a gateway to lost hours.
Can I even call this a nap? It’s more like a time warp. A power nap, with the power being able to erase the past few hours.
Do I feel more rested? No. My body’s confused. My mind’s confused.
Well, I guess I won’t be accomplishing anything today. Sorry, past me for thinking I could accomplish anything in the first place. Sorry, future me for that workout that’s never coming. No productivity today. But hey, at least I'm still alive... and it's still the same day, I think.
I look at the clock again. 6:15. Close enough. Time is just a suggestion at this point, anyway. I think I’ll just go back to bed.
Written: 2024
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