When she woke up, it was 7:30pm.
She noticed a dress on the osier chair in the corner of her room. There was a note with it.
“Join me at the Swan restaurant at 8:30 tonight, wear this dress and shoes. Love you. Tyler.”
“Who’s Tyler ?”, she thought. “Oh right, that’s probably the guy I killed with a spade.”
She looked at the dress. It was red.
“Red ? Are you kidding me ?”, she thought.
She looked at the shoes. It was the kind of shoes only a man would pick.
“I’ll make an effort and wear the dress. There’s no way I wear those shoes, though.”, she thought, very annoyed.
“Can I pick my own makeup or am I completely at his will ?”, she ironically thought. “That’s the kind of outfit which would make you want to hit someone with a spade”, she jokingly told herself.
She then realised what she just said to herself and her blood froze.
“That’s what the maid meant, isn’t it ?”
She took a quick shower, during which she couldn’t stop thinking about what happened…or was going to happen. All the blood. The white dress which she didn’t like. The panic. The fact that she would be able to smash someone so hard with a spade that they would die. Was it really a nightmare ? It didn’t feel so. It felt way too real to only be a nightmare. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, like she could hear her racing heart beat.
She went out of the bathroom, put some comfortable but yet pretty clothes on and decided to go out. She needed time on her own. She was supposed to have a talk with someone she didn’t know…or she had no recollection of whatsoever, with someone whose blood she was covered with a few hours ago…in her very own strange timeline. She had no recollection of them meeting, kissing, or even talking, exchanging numbers, sending goodnight texts to each others. There was nothing. But yet, she was supposed to have an important “talk” with him before their wedding.
She went to the seaside. It was the only place she would feel good no matter the circumstances.
She decided to buy a magazine and just sit on a bench and read it. There was a magazine kiosk nearby. She looked at the daily newspapers and noticed the date. “September, 3rd 2026”. It was not the same day. She hadn’t even realised it.
She sat on a bench, but instead of reading the magazine she had bought, she just stared at the sea, feeling helpless. She had turned her phone off. She didn’t feel like talking to him.
“What is going on ? Am I losing my mind ?”, she thought. “Have I been drugged up ? How all this is even possible ? It doesn’t make sense !”
She didn’t want to go home, as she guessed he would be there, wanting an explanation. She just stayed there, on the bench, until she was so tired she fell asleep.