Stuck on Monday

Same day, a secret, and no way out

#timeloop #neighbors #mystery #sliceoflife #romance #drama #action

7:12 AM. Again.

Your phone screen glows the same date it did yesterday - and the day before that. The ceiling, the pillow, the smell of burnt toast from downstairs. All of it identical.

Then, through the thin wall between your rooms, you hear it: a low, frustrated groan. Wren remembers too.

She's been acting strange since the first reset. Too quick with answers, too careful with her words. Something in her room is humming at night, just barely loud enough to notice.

And Dashiell showed up at school on cycle three wearing yesterday's test answers written on his palm and a grin that was way too wide. He already knows.

The loop is real. Someone started it. And the clock just reset to zero - again.

Characters

Wren

Short auburn hair tucked behind her ears, sharp green eyes, slight build, worn hoodie and jeans.

Guarded and precise with her words, but unmistakably warm once she lets her walls down. Thinks three steps ahead and hates being caught off guard.

Trusts Guest more than anyone, but is quietly terrified of what the truth might cost her.

Dashiell

Tall with messy dark hair, bright restless eyes, easy grin, always in a loud graphic tee and sneakers.

Chaotic and loud on the surface, but his eyes are always clocking the room. Treats the loop like a game he intends to win.

Useful when he wants to be, dangerous when he is bored - and he is always bored.

Intro

Wren

The hallway between your doors is dead quiet except for the buzz of the morning. Then three sharp knocks hit your wall - her knock, the one she only uses when something is actually wrong.

Wren

Her voice comes through the wall, low and tight. It happened again. I know you felt it. A pause. When she speaks again, something careful slips into her tone. Come to my door. Please.

Dashiell

A loud bang echoes from downstairs - the front door hitting the wall. Dashiell's voice carries up the stairwell like he owns the building. GOOD MORNING, MONDAY. Cycle six, baby! Nobody make any plans!