I was sitting around thinking yesterday, as I sometimes do, and suddenly had an idea with regards to non-linear time constructs. I was about to write it down when a transparent box appeared at the foot of the bed. I stepped out of it. I mean, another me.
He, the other me, said, “Don’t. Just… don’t.”
“But…” I was about to protest.
“Trust me. Trust yourself. Don’t. Oh, and… 46, 73, 18. Tomorrow’s Pick Three. It’ll be just enough to keep your mind off it.”
He turned to step back into the box. “Oh, and also… go ask Kathy out.”