Kite: A Time Jumper's Overlap Story

IT WOULDN’T BE THE FIRST TIME I DIED. Of course, I am not counting the passing of what some might call my soul, the climatic end of my life’s spark. That flame extinguished when my Ellie was taken from me. I had died in a more ‘physical’ sense three times already. 

This time it would not technically be a death, but rather a waking from a daydream, though I would never call it that. You see, my dreams stemmed not from slumber or the fascinations of imagination stirring in my subconscious. In fact, they were not dreams at all. I called them Overlaps.