We Missed July

A group of people wake up on August the first to realize that they have no idea what happened during the month of July.

He opened his eyes, and immediately realized he had a terrible headache. He clutched his forehead in his hands and gave out a little groan of pain. He had a feeling that today was not going to be his lucky day.

He slowly moved out of his bed. As soon as he placed his foot on the wooden floor, he realized it wasn't just his head that was in pain. His legs, back, neck- almost everything.

He tried to get up, but stumbled and fell on his face, giving a little yelp in pain.

"Is that you, Charlie? Are you up?" His wife Anna called out. He couldn't find the energy to reply.

He got up and managed to balance himself, slowly walking to the bathroom. A long, hot shower might solve the body pain problem.

He turned the tap and stepped under the water. He reached for the soap, and again, lost his balance and fell.

What's wrong with me?

"Are you okay, Charlie?' Anna asked from outside the closed bathroom door.

"Fine." He managed to mutter, getting to his feet. He found his wife's voice unexplainably annoying, sending fresh torrents of pain through his skull.

"So how was the trip, honey?" Anna asked. Why wouldn't she just shut up?

"What trip?" He said.

"Charlie, I'm talking about the month-long trip to London."

Charlie stopped scrubbing himself.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He demanded.

"Charlie, are you okay?" He turned the tap off and got out of the bathroom.

"Anna, I'm going on that trip today. First of July, remember?" He reminded her. Anna could be so annoying and forgetful at times.

Now she stared at him with wide eyes.

"What?" He demanded.

"Honey, are you sure you're all right?" She asked with concern.

"Well, apart from the fact that my body is in incredible pain, and you keep asking me silly questions, I"m fine. Why?"

"Charlie, what's the date today?"

"I already told you!" He said, exasperated. "First of July, the day I go to London to meet our associate company."

"Charlie, it's the first of August." She said.

"That's ridiculous, Anna." She handed him the newspaper, the worried look never leaving her face.

'August 1, 2010.' The newspaper proclaimed.

Charlie met his wife's eyes, starting to panic a little.

What had happened in July?

The End

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