I’ve been living the same day for days now. Maybe weeks. I don’t know.
I have no way of knowing how many ninths have passed because I have no way of tracking them. No matter what I do–no matter what I write, change, create, or destroy–the office resets after I leave.
I won’t leave today. I’ll force the clocks to keep running. I’ll stay here and work through the night. It shouldn’t be hard. I have plenty of coffee.
I’ll report back if anything happens.
This is not the last you’ll hear of October 9th.
“Morning coffee” is a serial fiction series, served fresh daily. So far, we’ve covered rubberneckers, co-workers, cubicle stains, office plants, desk trophies, conspiracies, secret organizations, pocket dimensions, black holes, and impending, inevitable doom. And that’s just the beginning.
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