A fake story that sounds real...

**A Fake Story That Sounds Real…**

I never believed in time loops until it happened to me.

It was a Thursday morning like any other—alarm ringing, coffee brewing, the city already alive beneath my window. I grabbed my keys, left the apartment, and noticed something strange. The same lady walked past me as yesterday. Same clothes. Same broken umbrella. Same distant stare.

Coincidence, I thought.

Then, at the café, the same man spilled his coffee. Again. The same music played from the speakers. The barista gave me the same smile and said, “Decaf oat latte for Alex?” before I even ordered.

That's when I checked my phone.

**Thursday. October 12th. Again.**

I was stuck. Or dreaming. I went back home, slept, woke up… and it was still Thursday.

I lived the same day **17 times.** And every time, the world felt a little… glitchier. Faces would freeze mid-sentence. Birds hung in the air like paused video. Once, I looked in the mirror and my reflection blinked before I did.

I started writing down every little difference. Keeping track. Trying to break the loop.

Until one morning, it was finally Friday.

I should’ve been relieved.

But here’s the weird part:

**No one else remembers Thursday. At all.**

Not my boss, not my friends, not the guy who spilled coffee. I checked the security footage at the café. October 12th doesn’t exist.

I’ve thought about telling people. Maybe even posting it online. But honestly… would you believe me?

Of course not.

It’s just a fake story.

Right?