Broken Alarms & Time Fragments

Every ticking sound was wrong. The alarm went off on Tuesday, but it was really Saturday underneath. I had left the paradoxical clock spinning in the attic of my childhood home, right next to the infinite staircase. Have you ever met yourself at a different age? It's awkward when they ask you about your future plans.

Picture this: 1792, Paris. A friend and I made a brief stop to borrow some sugar from a baker, only to find ourselves discussing the merits of steam engines over pastries. Turns out, the baker was rather prophetic, claiming that one day he'd bake bread for people who travel through time. Ironically, he was right, just not in the literal sense.

The best part about time travel? No one can hear your phone notifications. I once turned off a friend's alarm that was set for February 2050, thinking it was a regular Tuesday morning. Now, I'm left wondering if he ever made that meeting with the alien diplomats.