I gradually returned to consciousness once more as I heard movement around the room. I cracked open my eyes and quickly shut them again due to the bright sunlight which had filled the space. As I was able to focus on my surroundings, I saw Gabriela going back and forth gathering her things that were around her room. I looked at the alarm clock which now read 8:15AM.
This was familiar. I looked at my phone which showed that it was still Tuesday. Was this whole odd experience a dream? I had clear memories of a Tuesday with her teasing me with her mouth and then leaving me hard and horny after an incomplete quickie. I now also had memories of both of us getting off a little over an hour ago according to the clock. Which was real? Were either of them true, or were they both wishful stories in my mind? Was one true but not the other? If so, which one?
Her back was towards me as she bent over, stepping into her dark purple, lacy underwear. Her raven colored long hair flowed down her back. Deeply tanned bare skin began to get covered up as she wiggled into her underwear. She then turned towards me, grabbing a matching bra from a drawer. As she picked it up and straightened to put it on, her dark eyes caught me watching. She didn't scurry to cover up in modesty or shame. Her full, pouty lips smirked at me as she saw me laying there observing her. As she fitted her bra over her full breasts, she turned around with her back towards me and looked back over her shoulder.
"Are you going to help me, or just sit there staring?" she asked in her heavily accented sultry voice.
I threw back the covers and got out of bed. I came up from behind and put my arms around her, dropping the bra onto the bed as I cupped her breasts and hugged her to me.
"I bet I can think of something better to do." I whispered suggestively.
"Geez Brad, didn't you get enough this morning?" she giggled. "I'd love to stay and play, but I don't want to be late to work."
She grabbed the bra up off the bed again and fitted it in place. She looked over her shoulder at me until I reluctantly hooked it in the back. She chose some clothes from her closet and hurried into the bathroom. I gathered up my own clothes as I heard the water running in the background. Gabriela finally emerged from the doorway, looking ready to go to work. She grabbed her purse and keys from the nearby table and gave me a quick kiss goodbye before heading out the door.
"Thanks for the morning workout. Make sure you lock the door on your way out." she said before she disappeared.
I headed off to her bathroom for a quick shower. Having nothing else to wear, I put back on the clothes from the night before. They still smelled faintly of the club, but they were what I had. I looked at my watch as I made my way out Gabriela's apartment door. It was now 8:45AM, which brought back another flash of memory....Patty. I closed the door behind me and made sure it was locked. I turned to see Gabriela's next door neighbor Patty just arriving at her own door. She fumbled with the bags in her arms while she tried to get her keys out.
"Do you want some help?" I asked as I got closer.
She looked at me and I saw that quick top to bottom glance as she briefly thought about how to answer.
"Brad? That is your name, right?" she asked.
I made my own quick assessment as well. She was attractive, short and curvy with blonde hair streaked with blue in a pixie cut that was cute on her.
"Yep, that's me."
"I'd love some help. Just grab these bags here so I can find the right key to this door." she said.
After I took the two bags she indicated, she sorted through her massive keychain of decorative doodads between the few keys.
"I'm Gabriela's neighbor, Patty. I just know you from when Gabby and I gossip in the laundry room. By the way, the walls are kinda thin and Gabby gets kinda loud in bed."
I remembered that comment from yesterday. Or was that last today? Last Tuesday?...whatever the last time was when we had this conversation. This whole thing was still confusing. I still flushed in embarrassment, but decided to see if I could return the favor.
"Sorry about that. You must have gotten quite an earful this morning."
Patty fumbled the keys again and almost dropped them this time. I saw her face glow red before turning away to face the door. She finally got the door unlocked and led me inside. I closed the door behind me and followed her to the kitchen. As I placed the bags on the kitchen counter I saw Patty move to pass behind me. I turned, and what was her attempt to squeeze my ass turned into her getting a handful of my crotch. We both froze with her hand firmly on my groin as she looked at me wide eyed.
"Thanks for your help Brad." she stammered as she finally removed her hand.
"You're welcome. Was there anything else I can help you with?" I was embarrassed as well, but I wasn't the one who made the grab with unintended consequences.
Patty looked at me for several long seconds before answering. "Yes, but I don't think Gabby would be very happy with me."
I looked at her questioningly until she apologized about the comment, saying that it was just a joke. Then she hustled me out of her apartment, thanking me again. I left, noting that the circumstances were different, but some things remained the same.
I hopped on my Harley and off I went. Last time I went home. This time I ended up at a coffee shop. I sat alone at a table in the mostly empty shop. There were a couple others steadily working on their laptops at other tables, but it was quiet which is what I wanted.
A movie plot line flashed through my head. I hadn't seen it in years, but I was a fan. It was a comedy about this guy reliving the same day over and over, and regardless of what he did, the day would reset again and again. Was this what I was going through? But that was a movie and this was my life. Life imitates art?
I searched the internet to see if others had recorded experiencing this issue. Other than movies and sci-fi stories, I couldn't find any actual seemingly credible accounts. If it had happened to others, maybe those people were still stuck reliving their day. It was possible that I was just experiencing some sort of dΓ©jΓ vu. But this was not a feeling, this was happening.
I sat at my table for a long time searching for any real life reference to my situation. By the time I realized it, there were five empty frappe cups on my table and I was overloaded on caffeine. I had wasted hours with no more answers now than when I sat down. Lacking any other reason to remain, I finally headed for home. After parking my bike I headed inside. As before, I had a whole list of chores I needed to get done, and now I started doing them all in a caffeine fueled frenzy. If Tuesday restarted itself again, I might rethink the housework, but for now I had to assume it still needed to get done. Washing clothes, doing the dishes, uncluttering my apartment, straightening up the kitchen...all the usual suspects were being knocked off the list as I went.
I heard my text alert go off. I swore loudly as I remembered that I had forgotten going over to my parents house to help out my sister...again. I checked my phone and sure enough there was a text from my mother. It was the same text I had received last time, so I answered it the same way. I had gotten busy and would stop over tomorrow. If tomorrow was tomorrow, there was still plenty of time to do what needed to be done. If tomorrow was today, I suppose I could put it off indefinitely. Almost as soon as I put my phone down, I heard the text alert go off again. I picked the phone back up, expecting another text from my mother. I was surprised that it was from Gabriela.