This Is Your Last Reset

For an entire year, I lived the same day on repeat. Same alarm, same coffee spill,

same stranger smiling at me on the sidewalk. I tried everything to break it—changing routines,

quitting my job, staying awake all night—but nothing worked. Then one morning,

the alarm didn’t ring. The coffee didn’t spill. The stranger walked

past without smiling. I felt free for the first time in a year. I laughed,

cried, and told myself it was finally over. Then my phone buzzed with a notification

dated tomorrow. It read: “This is your last reset. Don’t waste it.”