Time Traveler's Regret

I woke up to sunlight streaming through my window, but something was wrong. I couldn't remember my name. I sat up in bed, my heart racing, and looked around the room. Everything looked familiar—the ph...

The table by the window was empty. For the first time in six months, the regular wasn't there. I felt a strange sense of loss, as if a part of my morning routine had been stolen. The barista handed me...

The first letter arrived on a Tuesday. I recognized my own handwriting immediately, though it looked older, more tired. 'Don't go to the meeting on Friday,' it read. I crumpled it up and threw it away...