I took the clothes I’d picked out back to my room. My other self was focused on how she wanted to start getting Richard used to her touch, but I was focused on what sorts of shifts Richard and I could make in the timeline. I’d need to focus on people’s stories a lot more.
Since I loved stories of all sorts, I was already paying attention to the things people told me. I would start mentally compiling a list of changes that would be large enough to free us from the dream realm and its time loops.
When I got to my room, I put Richard’s clothes for tomorrow on the dresser and knocked on the bathroom door. I couldn’t hear the shower, so I figured he was done. The door opened and Richard stood in front of me in only the towel I’d given him.
Suddenly, I forgot all about the timeline and the
