A Message from the Future

I got a text at 3:09 a.m. Unknown contact. The message said delete this number,

don't reply. I checked the details. Sent from my phone number. Then another message

came in. If you're reading this, it means I failed. My hands started

shaking. I typed back, who is this? Instant reply. You.

Ten years from now. 2035. I laughed. Then I noticed something that made my stomach

drop. The background of the chat photo. It was my bedroom. But older.

Cracked walls. Different furniture. Another message appeared. You're about to

make a small decision tomorrow. It doesn't feel important. It is.