Yesterday Once More
It’s been three days.
Three days of the same.
The same circumstances, the same people, the same words.
Yesterday — today? Was it yesterday if yesterday was the same as today? — yesterday I begged them to listen. They all laughed nervously. “Nice try, Bill.”
I wouldn’t sleep this time. I’d wait for midnight — see in the new day myself.
My eyes felt full of sand, a burning ache, but the ticking of the clock had me pacing the room.
23:59. My breathing hitched.
I crouched before the clock, left eye twitching.
Four, three, two…
I blinked and sat upright in bed.