I decided to time travel; to do this, I just went to sleep for six years, woke up, and didn’t age. But every time I awoke, I was disorientated and flailing. The purpose of this was to finish my finals, at first, but soon it became an undetermined mission. As a few centuries passed (the year was 1300-something), I couldn’t tell if people were making up the future or if it was actually like this. Because it wasn’t so different. Advertising was still directed towards me, and the trees that make Oregon’s landscape so familiar weren’t gone, at least not yet. But everything had a pale blue tinge to it, and a lot of Oregon’s trees were an unhealthy red. Nothing was very different, but I was very aware that I was in the future. The worst part was that my family and everyone I knew, except one acquaintance (also time-traveling), were gone.
My pain was the pain of disbelief, only a dull throb.
