Time to go home

Hey there, future me remember this moment? The one where I blinked out of the 2024 present and found myself at that dusty, sun-drenched intersection, where the traffic lights blinked like old-timey marionettes. The boss? Oh, he was a saint in a suit gracious enough to let us sneak out before 4 PM, which is practically a miracle in this timeline. Im not even going to lie: my feet were itching to escape that fluorescent-lit cage. Im driving home now, windows down, the wind whispering secrets of tomorrow as I pass the red car and the cyclist whos got the rhythm of a samba. Look at those buildings colorful, chaotic, alive. Theyll be the same in your future, wont they? Maybe the traffics heavier, maybe the skys grayer, but this? This moment, this fleeting, golden hour before the clock strikes 5? Its a memory Ill treasure. Im not just leaving work Im escaping the past. And honestly? Id do it again. Just let me grab my coat and my coffee, and Ill be back in the time machine before you can say future self.

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