Wednesday Never Came
When a man wakes to find a day missing from his life, he suspects something deeper is broken in time—and he may be next to vanish.
It’s Thursday. But I swear yesterday was Tuesday.
Everyone tells me I’m wrong—that Wednesday happened. That I went to work, answered emails, made dinner, even spoke to my sister.
But I don’t remember any of it.
I checked my call logs, messages, calendar. Everything’s filled in like a normal day. But none of it feels real. My mind hits a blank wall between Tuesday night and Thursday morning.
I asked my sister about our conversation. She said I sounded distracted. Kept repeating myself. She told me I said the word “loop” six times in a row.
Then she got scared and hung up.
That night I dreamt I was in a white hallway lined with doors. One of them was open, and behind it was a room filled with clocks—none of them ticking. In the center stood a man in a dark suit, turning a dial slowly. He said, “Your version of Wednesday was incompatible. We had to skip it.”
I woke up sweating. My bed was on the other side of the room. Everything had moved.
I’m scared to fall asleep again.
Because what if Thursday doesn’t end?
Everyone tells me I’m wrong—that Wednesday happened. That I went to work, answered emails, made dinner, even spoke to my sister.
But I don’t remember any of it.
I checked my call logs, messages, calendar. Everything’s filled in like a normal day. But none of it feels real. My mind hits a blank wall between Tuesday night and Thursday morning.
I asked my sister about our conversation. She said I sounded distracted. Kept repeating myself. She told me I said the word “loop” six times in a row.
Then she got scared and hung up.
That night I dreamt I was in a white hallway lined with doors. One of them was open, and behind it was a room filled with clocks—none of them ticking. In the center stood a man in a dark suit, turning a dial slowly. He said, “Your version of Wednesday was incompatible. We had to skip it.”
I woke up sweating. My bed was on the other side of the room. Everything had moved.
I’m scared to fall asleep again.
Because what if Thursday doesn’t end?
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