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."
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 stop-" She never got her full statement out as he bolted from bed to see nearly the same amount of snow, the same kind of snowfall. Panic set in deep inside him.
"Wha...how..."
"Hey!" Her flustered yell from the cold gust of wind his exiting the bed created got his head to turn. "Neck. Now." There was no debating her strong command, and unlike his past there was no fighting the strength of her command with mere panic; she could shut his self-awareness down like pushing a button. It wasn't really hypnosis she used this time, but he noticed in their agreement that nothing was specified about taking advantage of all the after-effects of hypnosis. This time though, all she wanted was some bodily attention he loved giving her, so he was free to still realize the horror of deja vu striking him again. The internal panic only made his kisses more expressive; Sabrina noticed the change and merely smiled.
It took longer than last time to placate her, but as soon as she seemed satisfied enough, he crept into the living room and kitchen to find everything was in yesterday's condition. Every last thing. He sweated, inexplicably scared of the phenomenon that befell him. He grabbed one of the six original beers from the fridge and downed all the contents in nearly one swig.
"You must've been pretty thirsty ya hoser; make mine a coffee. Do that fireplace too." The disheveled, white rabbit-looking redhead told him as she headed for the bathroom.
"Good water pressure today, thank goodness."
He looked toward the rental car outside.
"Hun, where are the keys to the car?"
"Why do you need to know?" she called while starting her shower.
"For safety."
"Don't worry, it's a safe bet there's no escape."
He snickered at the tone the voluntarily-unarmed jailer took with her prisoner, contending with the seriousness of this apparent wrinkle of repeating time. It made him think about the real repercussions -- being trapped in a cabin with the enchanting love of his life, totally at her mercy, free from work and responsibility except for what she could easily coax out of him, for a very long, undermined period of time. The only thing there that didn't sound completely right or normal to him was the cabin.
Phrasing that situation that way in his head got him hard unexpectedly, and he'd forgotten how quick she took her shower, feeling her caress it gently and teasingly withdraw just as smoothly to shake him out of his daydream in the shape of a nightmare.
"Ready for the holiday movie, or are you just happy to see me?"
"What?"
