Jon felt himself awake in the bed, gripping the sheets, for the first time in a long time refusing to wake up, in the morning at least. He wasn't used to indulging in bad habits, like oversleeping. An exception was made though since somewhere along the line of planning for a getaway at a rented, isolated cabin, he and his body agreed to not get up immediately for a morning workout. Shifting his body to better spoon with his bed companion probably helped things. Sabrina stirred, wiggling her ass playfully against his front like it was ticklish. It stirred him up pretty well, well enough to not immediately reach over to smack the alarm clock off.
"-I got you, babe. I got you babe."
It occurred to him that the local station was playing the same song from the previous morning, and the guys on the radio were uttering something annoying, verbatim from yesterday too. Brown eyes opened with confusion, to look at the radio. He thought about how he meant to get in his morning workout at 6 am the day before, and he was staring at the new 6 am Except...
"I love this song."
Sabrina uttered sleepily, arms reaching back to pull his head down to her shoulder. He took that opportunity to kiss deep into the nape of her neck, just like yesterday...
"Wait..."
"No waiting," she yawned. "No stopping," she moaned expectantly. He kept at her neck for a while, out of the normal passion he exuded, but after a minute, it was just to placate her while he slipped out from under their heavy warm duvet to a cold floor to look outside, and see the same kind of cloudy, heavy snowfall as yesterday. If that wasn't enough of a replication, the rest of the cabin appeared like it was from their first full day there. Full case of beer in the fridge, six bottled waters, coffee stain on the rug he thought he cleaned, three spare logs ready for the fireplace, the easy chair extended instead of retracted like he was sure he left it last night.
She came out of the bedroom, thick white terrycloth robe, just as thick and white slippers, hair disheveled but still a sexy look for the redhead somehow.
"Hot coffee and a hotter roaring fireplace, how bout it?" She tried a terrible Canadian accent, just because they were that close to the border, heading to the bathroom to relieve herself and shower.
He got the coffee started and thought to himself
"I guess the days do get really similar up here."
She came out, warm, dressed in the same sweats as yesterday, and lively. Again.
"Good water pressure today, thank goodness."
"Yeah..." Jon said absently, handing Sabrina her cup.
"So, what do you want to do today?"
"Well, considering the date-"
"Date."
"Groundhog's Day."
"Wasn't...that yesterday?"
"Very funny. Maybe it was, or is, or was, heh, but I've got the movie to watch it on the right day. Get comfy on the couch, and bring the cover from the bed."
"Didn't..."
"What?"
He didn't know what to say, instead he just moved to do as she said.
He began to stop worrying about things as he let himself enjoy time off, snuggled together with Sabrina, sipping coffee and picking at tasty finger foods, enjoying one of their favorite movies together.
"What would you do if you had an eternity to re-do everything?" She asked him towards the end of the movie.
"Wish I knew..." was his honest answer.
When the movie was over, he excused himself to the bedroom to do the one thing they both promised they wouldn't do for their trip -- give attention to anything that was a line to the outside world. But he had to know. He was afraid to know, and recoiled at what he found.
"It's February 3rd, not the 2nd again," he told his phone as if to reason with it. "Not again. This is...impossible."
"More like ill-advised," he heard from the doorway.
"But-"
"No buts, mister. If you're going to renege on your agreement, all bets are off with mine."
She wasted no time in snapping her fingers loudly right in his face, the sound echoing in and out of his head, as everything crisp started to fade more and more, until he couldn't care about anything, particularly what Sabrina said to him or did with his body. He at least felt it getting hot, getting ready to be used dutifully for Sabrina's pleasure. A passenger in his own body, he saw himself strip all his clothes off as she sat on the bed, waiting for him to do all she bid of him, as consciousness went away from him completely.
"-I got you, babe. I got you babe."
It occurred to him that the local station was playing the same song from the previous morning, and the guys on the radio were uttering something annoying, verbatim from yesterday too. Brown eyes opened with confusion, to look at the radio. He thought about how he meant to get in his morning workout at 6 am the day before, or wasn't two days ago, and he was staring at the new 6 am Except...
"I love this song."
