My eyes opened slowly ... a dim light penetrated the heavy curtain of the curtains ... despite the open window, there was no sound outside. I turned to the other side and glanced at the alarm clock next to my bed ... only 8 am, there is still time to rest, I thought. I took a gulp of water from the bottle, and mentally asked myself the question whether I should get up or take another nap. Because today I didn’t have a lot of plans and, among other things, my ancestors had already gone to work as usual, and my sister should go to school at that moment. So I stretched, turned on my side and fell asleep ...

Apparently, I quickly passed out, but after a while I woke up again, my bladder burst and persistently pounded the urges downstairs. I stood clumsily on my elbows to turn to the alarm clock ... ridiculous, the feeling of deception popped up in my head ... 8 o'clock on the dial ... the clock mechanism must have stopped, stupid batteries, which I vowed to throw away. If this happened on a working day, I would be in trouble!

Slowly, I splashed across the cold floor to the bathroom, after having finished my toilet work and washed, yawned, then I felt much better.

In the kitchen, I made myself a quick coffee from a can. The bitter taste burned my tongue and flowed to the stomach with a dark stream. I looked down at the flashing spot of green numbers, and noticed that the oven clock also showed 8 o'clock. Coffee rose across my throat, I choked. My head buzzed, thoughts began to get confused, how much time is now in fact. Then I remembered and ran into the room to look at my mobile phone, and somewhere there on the shelf were my wristwatches ... I picked up the metal case, the arrows flashed, cutting through my logic through! All these devices showed 8 hours ... 8 am Monday morning ...

I scratched my head in bewilderment, what the hell is going on here? Something happened ... I asked myself and could not find a logical answer ... What a stupid situation.

Perhaps it was just a coincidence, and all the clocks stopped or broke. Without haste, I got dressed and walked to the door, clicked the tongue of the lock, brightened, I let in the light and went out. It was a good day, September was outside, the sun was shining low in the sky, however, I noted that the air was cool ... I walked from our house to the parking lot, walked past the garbage can, opened my car and sat down. My goal was to buy normal batteries, or at least find out how late it was in fact.

When I went outside, I did not see anyone, I did not hear anyone ... At first I decided that there was nothing unusual in this, really. After all, because at that time it should really be 8 o'clock in the morning, I had the feeling that this is exactly the way most of all citizens at work or at school ... but ... I did not hear the birds ... I undid seat belt and climbed back from the comfortable twilight of the cabin. In silence, I tried to catch at least some rustle or noise, mate, but I was deaf and I didn’t see anyone as if I was standing in the middle of a ridiculous photo!

Is something wrong ... is this the beginning of the end or am I crazy?

Overcoming awkwardness, I rang the bell of our neighbors. An elderly couple lived in this house, both have long been retired, so they were always inside the four walls near their paunchy TV, watching silly shows and black and white films. After several calls, no one opened the door, there were no senile voices or the squeak of floorboards behind the wooden door, when I focused my attention on my white-painted, wooden surface, and tried to catch at least something. Just like on the street, there was silence. Deadly, mind-filling silence.

After two attempts from other neighbors, I, in alarm, decided to climb into one of the gardens and looked into the dusty window from the inside of the house ...Someone was in the room ... He was visible only from the back. Although it was not so difficult to find out - the famous protruding ears of old Michael flashed through pink burdocks with wreaths in a ray of autumn sun that had come through the curtains. He was sitting at the kitchen table. After several knocks of my blows on the glass and shouts in his direction, nothing happened, he just sat there and did not move.

Somewhat shocked, I moved away from the neighbor's window and sat on the lawn, what happened, I thought. In perplexity, I sat there for a few minutes and thought what to do next. Then he gathered all his strength and, grumbling, rose to his feet, walked around the house and found the back door open ...

Again and again I knocked on her joint, not having received an answer, I waited a minute, exhaled from my hoarse throat: Well, well ..., and entered the open door.

With all my courage, I walked into the kitchen.

- Uh-uh-uh ... Hi!

However, Michael did not answer me, he continued to sit there, apparently, just wanted to have breakfast, I slowly approached him, his eyes were open, he was slowly and barely breathing noticeably. All the same, this sight scared me. I grabbed his shoulder and shook him, but there was no reaction from him.

I found people like him in other houses, they had to somehow wake up, in general, all this strange business looked like the time for all people in the district was, as it were, stopped. But for some reason, when the first attack of fear and panic passed, I was not particularly touched by the whole situation, why it happened, and what I could not explain at that moment did not find the answer. All my attempts to solve the riddle, only created confusion in my head. I wondered whether such a phenomenon was everywhere or locally in my city and how my family shared the fate of all those whom I saw.

In the end, I decided to return home to my usual place, that is why it seemed safe and to gather my thoughts there, to think about everything soberly.

When I sat down on an old family sofa, in a pressed-through groove and closed my eyes for a minute, it became easier for me. I suddenly realized that now I can do whatever I want ... to go into other people's houses, inspect them, steal things without any consequences. Although I did not know how long this extraordinary circumstance would last, but I still wanted to use it to its fullest!

Having rummaged through several neighboring houses, weighed down with cash and souvenirs taken as a souvenir, I drove to a special house ... Lena ... she was a long time in my mind, a magnificent woman! How often I imagined her naked in my arms, she was the main heroine of my wet dreams. Every time I saw her on the street, knocking high heels on pavement, I was excited so much that my west would have enough for a horde of March cats, especially when she walked in a skirt opening her thin, slender legs. From such a spectacle, I rather hurried to my room to relieve tension in a napkin or sock. And so, now I stood in front of her house. In addition to the place of residence and fleeting meetings on a common street, I ... knew almost nothing about her, she looked very well-groomed, 22-23 years old, a pleasant perfume trail dragged behind her, as I tried to photograph her on the phone, but strongly shaking hands and I could only blush and take a smeared picture of the street with a piece of her shoulder. With a loud bang in my chest, the thought was born to me whether I should rummage in her house, throwing her out of my head, hemmed and stepped forward to the gate.

As in other houses earlier, I did not find open doors, so I picked up a cobblestone heavier and threw it out the window. The glass crumbled, opening the door to me inside. In principle, I didn’t care, even if everything returned to normal, no one would suspect me. How do you know they will, buddy. I found myself in a neat room, it was read in all details that a girl lived here. The bear on the bookshelf seemed to nod in agreement. On the dresser at the head of the bed was a bouquet of red roses. Fresh and big. At the bottom lay a postcard with an ornately drawn inscription: My dear Lenochka. With love, hein.

I twisted ...