microfic; time misinfo, implied stress/dissociation
It was a Wednesday. Or at least he thought it was. Aaron hadn't looked at a calendar in a few days, and they all start to blend together when they've been as stressful as the past week or two had been. Hours felt like days and days felt like weeks as his life fell into disarray. Have you ever woken up Monday morning and gone to sleep that night on Wednesday? Experiencing three days in eighteen hours is absolutely exhausting. That's always the worst part of getting this stressed: losing track of time. It had been three weeks since last Wednesday, Aaron was pretty sure. But today was actually Friday; it'd only been two days since it started.
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