Time works differently when you sleep. It could be days. Months. Even years that could pass by when your eyes are closed. But once they've opened again. You are just in time for your alarm to go off five minutes later.
Funny how that works, right?
...
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Jin sat with his leg jogging as he awaited the doctor to come talk to him. The paper gown and the cuff for blood pressure making him uncomfortable. On the walls were information about what to do if you have the flu or medications you could take for migraines and things of that sort.
He didn't need medication for his dilemma. He wanted answers.
"Hello Jin, I'm doctor Finley. I've looked over your chart and some of your brain scans. Everything looks normal aside from some scar tissue. What brings you in today?"
"Memories..." Jin mutters, playing with the seam of his paper gown.
"Are you having trouble remembering things?"
"Not at all."
Doctor Finley cocked his head sideways, tapping his chin.
"Explain."
"I have memories of places, people, and events that haven't happened yet. These people are in different jobs now and some that are just now starting those jobs."
"Are these people you know?"
"I know them... but they don't know me."
Doctor Finley took down some notes, then tore off a script.
"Call this number, ask for Doctor Min. I feel he could better assist you."
Jin nodded meekly.
"I wish I had the answers you were searching for."
"Me too..."
The doctor left the room, lingering at the door for a second. Gears were turning in his mind at all the possibilities that could explain the young man's situation.
Maybe he was given some type of divine opportunity to change something in the future. Perhaps Doctor Finley needed to stop reading so many fictional stories. With a heavy sigh, he pulled the door closed. The steady click of his heels could be heard down the hall.
Jin pulled the paper gown off, allowing it to fall to the floor. If only the memories were more like a dream than tangible. The heartache wouldn't hurt so much.
Slowly he walked out of the doctors office. The bright sun shining down on him. He flipped the paper over in his hand dialing the number with the other.
"Min's dreaming, how can I help you?" A cheerful girl answered.
"What?"
"Oh shoot... I'm sorry, I'm just trying to find a catchy phrase to use when people call. I thought for sure that was a winner."
"..."
"Uh... anyway, how can I help you?" She asked a bit shy now.
