June 22nd, 2012 – Friday #14
THREE
TWO
ONE
The alarm rang and I knew Austin was going to punch it silent but he didn’t. Instead, I heard a loud scream. I was expecting a groan from below but what greeted me was silence. I peered over the edge of his side of the bed and saw him there unmoving, a pool of blood around his head.
Hurriedly, before I get sucked into the 15th Friday, I reached for my notebook in my back pocket and wrote, Friday #14: head hit on bedside table. Note: secure him before the alarm to avoid this.
And before I knew it, it was the 15th.
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Forget Friday
RomanceWhen faced with a time loop, an adorable boyfriend, and impending death, you can, may, and probably will experience crazy stuff. But that's good; crazy is good. It means that something's going on. And that's what we need to have a story.
