Prompt: Coming Undone | Word Count: 1282 | Genre: Drama / Sci-fi
I’m lying in a bed at the Center for Paradox Studies, trying to recover from my trip down memory lane. The journey back was even rougher than the way there, and the doctors have decided to keep me under observation for a few hours. I’ve got nowhere to go, so whatever they say goes. Actually, I have no idea if I have anywhere to go. Maybe my life is totally different now. But, maybe it’s not. I’ve never really believed that people can change, and why would receiving a weird letter from someone claiming to be my “future self” convince me to change the course of my life? Or my attitude? I don’t feel different. Very queasy, but I assume that’s going to pass at some point. The more I think about these things, the more my head hurts. So I put my head down on the pillow and try to sleep.