It Happened Again

A short story of forgetting the night before.

Photo by Patrick Tomasso on Unsplash

It happened again, didn’t it? I feel like Dante every time I enter a place like whenever I find you here again. It’s always something, isn’t it? Let’s try this again.

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You woke up. It was too late in the day. You missed your alarm by three hours. You groggily reached for your cellphone. Caught in a…