“You’re late,” the figure said, voice familiar. “We have to rewind yesterday before it becomes today.”
Chloe woke to find her reflection in the bathroom mirror had aged forty years overnight. r/chloesurreal
Chloe looked down. Her hands were translucent. Through them, she saw the floor — no, not a floor. A photograph of her childhood bedroom, burning slowly at the edges. “You’re late,” the figure said, voice familiar