Short Story #1

The man peeks around the corner of the building. The coast is clear and a small patch of trees can be seen about 200 feet across an open area. He takes off in a mad dash for the trees! Just then, as he's halfway across the open space, 2 police officers appear out of nowhere in full sprint towards the man - each approaching from opposite ends with their guns drawn. The man makes it to the wooded area before getting snatched by the officers, and hides behind a large pine tree. He looks left. He looks right. Nobody is there. "Whew!" Just then, a slight rustle is heard about 7 feet above his head. He looks up! A police officer jumps down from an overhanging branch and lands right in front of the man. "Gasp!" A swift kick to the officer's knee, and he buckles down. The man takes off in a mad dash, aimlessly through the wooded area and finds himself in a small residential area. He scans the area with a complete 360, and he is all alone. He catches his breath, but not for too long as he contemplates the next move. Just then, he hears foot steps about 100 feet away moving at a fast pace. He turns around. Three police officers are pursuing him and closing in fast. He takes off towards the closest house and jumps up landing on the side of it. He is able to scale up the side of the house using the bumps of the stucco as holds. Two of the officers stop at the base of the house and fire shots up at the man just as he's gotten to the top and pushes himself up onto the roof, flat on his belly. One bullet was able to strike him in the left calf just before. He's crawling aross the roof, and then all of a sudden, 'Crash!'. He falls through a rotted part of the roof and lands in what appears to be a bedroom. He quickly checks himself for injury, then assesses his surroundings. "Oh my god. This is my house." The man hears his dog barking loudly on the bottom floor of the home. His heart is racing even faster now as the sound of footsteps climbing the stairwell can be heard closing in towards him. "I'm trapped." His head turns towards the bedroom doorway, and the third police officer is standing there with his gun drawn. The man just freezes. "Bang!".......

.....Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!' The man's eyes slowly open up and his head tilts up towards the clock on the shelf. It reads, '5:00AM'. He turns towards the bedroom doorway, and it's closed shut. He reluctantly gets out of the bed and makes his way towards the clock to shut it off.
It's time to start his Tuesday.
Or, is it Wednesday.
It doesn't really matter.
They're all one in the same.