Messages from Tomorrow

Every night at exactly 3:17 AM, my phone receives a message from tomorrow. The sender is always

the same. No number. No profile picture. Just one word: Unknown. Last night,

the message said: “Don’t get on the bus tomorrow.” I stared at my phone for a long time.

I take that bus every day. Same stop. Same time. Same seat.

I told myself it was a prank. A scam. A glitch. But something about

the timing felt wrong. The next morning, I stood at the bus stop,

phone in my hand, rereading the message. The bus pulled up. The doors opened. And for the first

time in years… I didn’t get on. I walked instead. About an hour later, my phone started