Nothing Good Happens at 3:00 a.m.
She rolled over, hearing a familiar hum. The digital alarm clock read 3:00. Darkness swarmed around her as she crept down the hall. The chaotic buzz stemming from the kitchen grew louder. On the granite counter, the empty blender whizzed. She unplugged the appliance. Light blared in from every window, blinding her. She froze. Her heart in her throat, she choked. The memories flooded back to her. It was time, again. Held captive by fear, she waited for the magnetic pull, and like clockwork, it arrived. In an instant, she disappeared. Time stopped. The digital numbers on the microwave read 3:01, only upon her return, would time continue. Everything would be as it was before, all except for the scar branded on her withering soul.