Tomorrow’s Tape

I found a box of old VHS tapes in my dead grandmother's attic labeled with dates from 1987.

Every single tape showed the same thing. Me. Playing in my current

apartment. The apartment I just moved into last month. I was three years

old in 1987. I've never lived in this building before. But there I was

on that fuzzy screen, playing with the exact same toys I have now, sitting on my actual

couch, even wearing a shirt I bought two weeks ago. The timestamps kept

rolling. Different days, different outfits, but always me as a toddler in my

present-day apartment. Then I noticed something in the background of one tape. A figure standing