Waking up it takes me a minute to grasp my surroundings. Judging by the bed I’m in, the color of the walls, I’m not in the room my wife and I share together. That can’t be right though. I went to bed with her just last night.
Sitting up, I really look at the room. Then it hits me, the familiarity of it all. I’m in my old room from high school. When I lived with my parents. What the Hell is going on?
“Aquarius, wake up you have school this morning.” That’s mom’s voice. I slowly get up from the bed and make my way down the hall to the bathroom. Turning on the light, I’m surprised at what I see looking back at me in the mirror. It’s me, but from years ago.
I look so young and dare I say skinnier than I am now. Don’t get me wrong I’m not overweight by any means, but I’m no longer skin and bones by the time I hit thirty.
I get closer to the mirror just to be sure I’m seeing correctly. Wait, I can see better than I’ve been able to in years. How did this happen? Or more importantly why is this happening?
I search my mind trying to remember what happened yesterday. I have a good memory of my wife, Tilly, and I out to eat and discussing our senior year together. How she kept to herself, and never gave me the time of day. In which, she responded by saying if I hadn’t hung out with all the skanky bitches, I did in high school she probably would have talked with me more.
Vaguely remember telling her, well challenge accepted. If I could go back to our senior year, I would make you fall in love with me sooner. That way we would be together since high school, and neither of us would have endured the heart ache we both have. That must be it, I somehow came back here for a redo on our pasts. I must make her fall in love with me here our Senior Year of High School and begin our lives together sooner than we did.