rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
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Reset Day 2: The Lost Monday

It's three o'clock in the morning. Did I miss a day? I think I missed a day. I think it was Monday. If you're going to miss a day I guess Monday would be the best one to miss, although most days are the same now. I'm not sure what happened since I just this minute woke up. The thing I remember before waking up was picking up the book from the bedside table, sometime around nine o'clock in the evening, and reading a few lines, and then it was three o'clock in the morning (though I didn't know that until I looked at the clock phone) and I had no idea where I was.

Oh, that's right. Here I am. Could I go back to sleep please? Things are all weird. I mean I have to look at a phone to find out what time it is, and the phone is all flat, like it got run over by the future. It's likely I've been run over by the future too, but I don't remember it happening. Al I know for sure is it feels way worse than getting run over by the past, which is what used to happen all the time.

Okay, it's been a few minutes now (actually about thirty of them) and the fuzz in my brain is starting to clump itself into dust bunnies. Now I remember that I ate a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches late Monday afternoon, since I had not gotten around to eating any lunch, but most of the rest of the day is still vague. I would eat something again now, but that would keep me awake until sunrise, and I'm really hoping I can get back to sleep, since the six hours I got will surely not be enough to get me through Tuesday.

Life at the moment is rather like being trapped in a lumber room during an earthquake. I do not approve.
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