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The Shot
Daniela Luna

The alarm’s rattle started at 6:45 am. The bang bang hurt my earlobes.
I stretched a couple of times. My feet were freezing cold, even though I
was wearing the most comfortable and cozy pajamas.

I moved my hand and clicked the button so my alarm would stop
making so much noise. Gently and very sleepy, I rose from my bed and
headed to the bathroom. As always, I checked the time and date on my
iPhone. But it had no battery. I plugged the phone and waited a few minutes
for the screen to turn on. Once it turned on I realized it marked 6:53 am,
Thursday February 3rd, 2026. I rubbed my eyes and checked one more
time. Indeed it marked it was 2026 It couldn’t be. What had happened?

At first, I thought my sister had played a joke with me and changed
the time and date of my phone. I shouted my sister’s name, “Ana! Ana!
This isn’t funny.” She did not answer. So I shouted one more time, but as
I shouted her name, my mother responded that she did not live at home
anymore. How was that even possible? I tried to recap what happened
the night before when I talked to Ana and remembered that she did live
at our parent’s house. My eyes were wide open and I started to have an
anxiety attack. It could not be possible that I had woken up ten years later.
My hands kept sweating and my head started to hurt. There were just tons
of possibilities; I could not stop overthinking the situation. Where was she
living? How old was I? What had happened the past ten years? Why was I
asleep for that long?

Meanwhile, my parents looked at me shocked, as if they thought I
was drunk. Their confused and worried eyes made me want to cry. Before
I could even try to control my emotions, I was already crying, screaming
and crying again about what had happened for the last ten years.

My mom was super confused and kept rubbing her hands, she kept
telling me that last night I had dinner with her and we had talked about
my future life plans. But I knew that wasn’t possible. I remembered going
to the hospital last night to get a flu shot. And now I was just crying ten
years later. The more I tried to think about and solve the situation, the more
scared I got.
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