It started innocently enough. You were sitting at your desk, sipping your morning coffee, and staring blankly at the wall. But then, suddenly, the clock struck 9:45 AM, and the room began to warp and distort around you like the pages of a bad acid trip.
You felt a strange sensation, like your mind was trying to tell you something, but your ears were clogged with cotton balls. You tried to shake it off as a side effect of last night's ramen noodles, but deep down, you knew it was something more.
Time seemed to loop back on itself, and you found yourself stuck in an endless cycle of déjà vu. Coffee cups, phone notifications, and elevator music all started to blur together into a maddening haze.
You stared blankly into space, wondering if you'd ever truly experienced anything at all. Was this the never-ending cycle of Groundhog Day, or was you just a pawn in some cosmic game of "Simon Says"? You didn't know what to think, so you just thought about cats.