⇾ 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐦

| T W O |

The air in the room around me was cold. My eyes fluttered open to be met with darkness. The TV had turned off sometime in the night and was now nothing more than a black screen. I reached next to me groggily for my phone. When I turned it on, something had changed. My wallpaper, that had previously been a photograph of John Bonham, was now a picture of someone I'd never seen in my life. It was still the exact same picture, but with a different person.

That's weird, I thought to myself, but I dismissed it, thinking that it could have easily been Calvin and his friend trying to trick me. I glanced at the clock that read 9:59 AM, then sat up. As i was moving, I noticed something next to me, or rather...someone? I jumped up quickly, startled.

Who the hell was in my bed?

It seemed my quick departure from under the covers didn't so much as make him shift. I slowly went back to my nightstand and retrieved my TV remote. I click the home button and the home screen of my Roku pops up, basking the room in just enough light so I could see who it was that I was dealing with. Before I wake the person up, I decide to go towards my closet and get my old softball bat from when I played back in first grade. Maybe it was overkill, but i was completely terrified.

I got to the side of my bed and peered at the person, realizing quickly that it was a man. Not really a man, but a teenage boy.

Okay, it's a boy, but how did they get in? I certainly didn't let them in. I was sure I was completely alone when I fell asleep.

I studied their facial features to see if I could recognize them. They looked so familiar...

Just as I was trying to grasp who it was, their eyes popped open. I jumped backwards with a yelp, then I covered my mouth with my hand, remembering that there were other people in the house.

"Oi, what the fuck are you doing with a bat?" he asked me defensively and I looked at the device in my hand. What was I doing with a bat? I dropped it in fear and it clattered to the ground as I began to back away.

"What are you doing in my house? In my bed?" I demanded. "And who even are you?"

He sat up and looked around at my room with curiosity in his eyes. The walls were littered with posters and there was a bookshelf built into one of the walls, full of books and records alike, just like there always was.

I stumbled over to the light switch and turn it on so I can get a better look at him. He sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes. "I don't fucking know who I am, who are you?"

"Oh, yeah, nice try." I turned back around to face him and I immediately knew I had seen his face before. I'd seen that perfectly-shaped face and those eyes all before.

Suddenly, I remembered my phone wallpaper and I fought the urge to laugh at the absurdity of the idea my brain immediately came up with.

"I'm John," he said. "And where the hell am I?"

My mouth fell open. I had not been expecting that. "John?" I asked.

"Bonham," he told me absently, like it didn't mean a thing. I froze. Everything I recognized fell into place. He cautiously removed the blanket from around him and looked around at everything in my room in wonder.

My eyes immediately went to the corner of the room where there was a poster of Led Zeppelin hanging. The poster was impossibly still there, but upon further inspection, Bonham's name was not listed at the bottom. Instead, Led Zeppelin's drummer was listed as "Thomas Delmar."

I guess it made sense. If John Bonham was here, then that meant he wasn't in the Sixties, getting ready to be in Led Zeppelin.

One question: Why the fuck was he here?