Time Lost

My first thought upon waking up was, “How much time have I lost?”

It started small. I began to lose time when I fell asleep. At first, I just thought I was sleeping in, missing my alarm clock. But then it got longer. An hour, a day, weeks… one time I lost a month.

To my friends and family, I would just disappear. My bed would appear empty but slept in. No one ever saw me go. My perception was of a normal night’s sleep. There was no pattern to the events. I would be fine for months and then suddenly lose the morning of April 22nd or the whole day of March 24th.

The psychologist thought I had dissociative identity disorder. According to him, I must be getting up, going and living another life, and then coming back, only to wake up with no memory.

I knew it was more than that. I woke up in the same clothes… my teeth still tasted of toothpaste from the night before. The one time I was gone a month? My hair and nails, which you would expect to change over such a period, were unchanged from my perceived previous night. Something, someone, was taking me. For what purpose, I did not know.

Today when I woke up, everything was different. Instead of my soft bed, I awoke on hard stone, dust swirling around me. A vast, lifeless wasteland stretched to the horizon. At last, I looked up to see a giant, red sun dying in the sky above me.

How much time had I lost?

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Credits to: photofreecreepypasta