If you weren’t already aware, I truly hate to be the one to tell you this: Tomorrow our clocks, in America at least, spring forward an hour. Which means I lose an hour of way-too-precious sleep. It hurts. I almost flipped my desk over when I learned this, which was only a few days ago.
In honor of this horrific event, I shall give you a writing prompt.
You fall asleep, knowing you’re going to get a great night’s sleep. When you wake up though, you’re in a different time period, future or past. Your home is gone, your bed has abandoned you. What do you do? What do the locals think? Are you about to be burned at the stake, or maybe put under a microscope? Are you even in your own body anymore?
Daylight Savings time is a real bitch, right?