Déjà vu
A split in space and time, a different history, another chance.
Joey awoke in sudden shock. Light poured in from the gap in the curtain; in fact it was too light. Something was missing, he struggled to place what it was and then it dawned on him, the music was missing. He glanced at the clock and it said eight fifty in the morning on the twenty first of July. The radio switched itself off at eight thirty, which was why he was fucking late. Normally Joey got up when the radio went off,...