@nunify [prodegression]
The fun thing about time loops is that it’s never quite clear when you’re caught in them.
There was something familiar about the cramp in his leg from sitting wedged into this tree, and the glint off the drool of the angry dog underneath. The tears of his face had dried over other, older tears that he’d already cried, only to uncry and then cry again. Had this really happened before? His head hurt whenever he tried to think about it. All he wanted was to get down and go home.
“Please, someone!! Help!” That was an unfortunate octave for his voice to hit, but he was beyond caring.
Déjà vu was a hell of a drug.



















