The morning sun, usually a welcome guest, felt like an unwelcome spotlight piercing through the gap in the curtains. Sarah groaned, burrowing deeper under the duvet. The thought of getting up to make coffee felt like scaling Everest. A text message beeped from her phone: “Remember that insane concert last year?! Meet me at the coffee shop in an hour to reminisce?” It was from Emily. Sarah sighed dramatically. The coffee shop was a whole world away.
“Ugh,” she mumbled, pulling the covers further over her head. She eventually dragged herself out of bed, the mere act of putting on clothes a monumental effort.
At the coffee shop, Emily was already there, animatedly recounting a specific moment from the concert. “When the guitarist did that slide… I swear, I almost fainted!” Sarah, sipping her lukewarm coffee, tried to conjure the memory. She recalled something, vaguely, but what Emily was describing felt alien.
“Wait, I thought the crowd was insane because the singer kept forgetting the lyrics,” Sarah offered, her voice thick with the remnants of sleep. Emily’s jaw dropped.
"What? No way! He was incredible!" Emily looked genuinely shocked. "You remember it all wrong! It was the guitar player! It was the best show of the year!"