[ WP ] You wake up alone every single day and it is the same day , like the movie 'Groundhog Day ' EXCEPT you still age . Time will continue as soon as someone notices you 've aged , and you enjoy your power so you never tell anyone . No one notices . You are now 20 years older and basically unrecognizable .

Actually I'm writing a book on a similar concept, that I'm releasing weekly chapter by chapter. Here's an extract of the first one, where the protagonist discovers he's living each day twice: 
 
 **Chapter One: Janus Arises** 
 
 * [ Leo Melikian is a smart but naïve 25-year old stuck in a dead-end white collar job in the South of France. He has a big presentation to his boss' boss, Alicante, on a recent advertising campaign that went bad. The campaign had been led by the Paris headquarters and been a disaster and Leo expects the presentation to be fairly straightforward... ] * 
 
 `` BUT WHAT ABOUT THE BABY DOLPHINS?'' yelled Alicante. 
 
 `` I... I...'' I stammered. I had no idea what he was talking about. `` The numbers are bad all around. We completely underper-'' 
 
 `` Stop!'' Alicante was completely red in the face. `` You're telling me you do n't know how we did with the baby dolphins? How the HELL do you want to convince me that this campaign was a failure?'' 
 
 `` The baby dolphins...?'' I ventured. 
 
 `` Why do you think we're doing this campaign with Facebook and Google and whatever?'' he yelled, `` Our whales do n't care. They're old and rich. It's a wonder if they use e-mail! We're doing it to get the younger ones, early, BEFORE they become whales.'' 
 
 I had heard the term *'whales'* before. It was typically used to describe our wealthiest consumers. But this was the first time anyone had mentioned *'baby dolphins'*. And should n't it be *'baby whales'*? I thought. I bit back the retort. 
 
 `` We probably did terrible with the baby dolphins too,'' I answered, `` We did terrible everywhere-'' 
 
 `` You do n't have that data! How many did we sell to the baby dolphins? If we reached a ton of them, then the campaign was a success and that's it. The. Baby! DOLPHINS!'' he said, punctuating each word by bashing his fist against the table, `` When it comes to digital marketing, that's all that matters.'' 
 
 He slammed his laptop closed, stood up and walked to the exit. Turning around, he looked at my boss, purposely ignoring me, and added: `` Next time do n't waste my time, Thierry. I'm waiting for the numbers by e-mail. If they're low we'll tell the Paris HQ to change agencies.'' He stormed out. 
 
 Thierry looked at me with a mix of pity and guilt. 
 
 `` Do n't worry. We'll get him the numbers and he'll see you're right. `` 
 
 `` Yeah,'' I answered half-heartedly, fully aware that I had wasted my big chance. I had looked like an unprepared idiot in front of the big regional boss, and there was no coming back from that. Even if I was right and even if the concept of baby dolphins made absolutely no sense. 
 
 I went back to my desk and e-mailed the regional headquarters asking for the numbers. Since Alicante's terminology seemed completely arbitrary, I decided to define baby dolphins as consumers under 35 with an annual income over 80,000 euros a year. That seemed fair. 
 
 I got the numbers back just half an hour later - as expected, they were low: Only 215 of the 1,312 SCIPs we had sold since launch had been to baby dolphins, or only about 15 %. Meanwhile, our total sales target had been 25,000. We had n't even come close. Worse, our branch itself had only sold 32, against a target of 2,100, of which only 2 were to baby dolphins. I had been right, but it was too little, too late. I forwarded the numbers to Thierry, and left the office early. 
 
 For once, I did n't enjoy the drive home. I went straight to my room without a word, collapsed on my bed and fell asleep. 
 
 -- - 
 
 I turned off my alarm at 8:00 a.m., stared at the ceiling, and went back to sleep. *Fuck today. I'll head in late, nobody cares anyways, * I thought. 
 
 My phone started to ring. I woke up again and looked at the time: 10:47 a.m. Thierry was calling me. He's probably concerned I quit, I thought, and picked it up. 
 
 `` Hey Thierry, I'm sorry I-'' 
 
 `` WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?'' Thierry yelled into the phone. 
 
 `` I'm at home, I-'' 
 
 `` WELL GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE QUICK. Alicante is arriving in 3 hours for the presentation and we have n't had time to go over it yet! I'm expecting you in 30 minutes tops!'' yelled Thierry and hung up before I had a chance to answer. 
 
 I sprung into action, powering through my confusion. I took the quickest shower of my life, jumped into the car and drove off. On the road I kept trying to understand. Was Alicante coming back for a second meeting now that we had the numbers? Maybe the numbers were so disastrous that Alicante wanted to understand the digital side more? Had the regional HQ messed up the data they sent over? I glanced at the time on my dashboard. 11:12. *I'm almost there, * I thought. 
 I did a double take. Next to the time on the dashboard was the date. 
 
 **17 Apr. 2019** 
 
 April 17th? What? Alicante was supposed to come in on April 17th, that much I was sure of. But April 17th was yesterday. 
 
 The date in my car was probably just set up wrong and I had n't noticed it until now. It was the only explanation. I calmed myself down, parked my car and ran into the building, straight into Thierry's office. 
 
 `` Open your computer,'' he said hurriedly. I pulled out my HP laptop, and it immediately opened to the Powerpoint presentation. 
 
 `` Go to slide 14,'' said Thierry. I did. But my eyes focused on the top right corner of my screen. On the date. A date which read: 17 Apr. 2019. 
 
 This was getting weirder. No wonder I had been confused about the date two days ago. It seemed like every single one of my electronics was wrong. 
 
 `` There's a typo here on SCIP, you spelled it SICP,'' said Thierry, `` Change it. And go to Slide 17.'' 
 
 *That was the exact typo he pointed out yesterday, * I thought. I looked at him quizzically, but he was focused on the presentation. 
 
 My mind was running through the situation. Both devices said it was April 17th. Thierry was doing the exact same changes as yesterday. Changes that should have been fixed yesterday but had miraculously re-appeared overnight. 
 
 I could find a dozen explanations for what was going on: I had never realized the dates were off by a day. Thierry was suddenly struck with amnesia. Someone had hacked into my computer and car at exactly the same time. 
 
 But the simplest of all explanations was also the weirdest one: *I was living yesterday all over again. * 
 
 I sat, dumbfounded by the realization, but still mechanically going through the motions of fixing the typos. Was this really what was going on? It made no sense, but then again, strangely, it was the only explanation that made at least some sense. When the clock hit 1:30 p.m., Thierry told me we were done and to go back to my desk before Alicante came in. 
 
 I walked to my cubicle like a zombie and sat down, staring into space. *What the hell was going on? Was it really April 17th again? Was yesterday a dream? * 
 
 I loaded the homepage of the newspapers Le Figaro, Le Monde and Nice Matin. All said the same thing: April 17th. So much for my devices being wrong. I checked my calendar, and Alicante's meeting was scheduled for today. Nothing on it for yesterday. Nothing on it for tomorrow. 
 
 I stared at my screen. If it's not a dream, then I'm about to re-live a terrible chewing out by the big boss. I checked the time: ten minutes until Alicante arrived. I quickly opened the presentation and inserted a slide at the front with the numbers I remembered from yesterday, complete with an accompanying visual. I finished polishing it up just as Alicante walked in through the door. I got up and walked into the meeting room. 
 
 As soon as salutations and the casual small-talk expected in French meetings were done, I plugged in my laptop to the projector. The title slide'Review of SCIP Marketing Campaign - Results and Suggestions' appeared. I started talking. 
 
 `` *Bonjour* Mr. Alicante, and thank you for being here today,'' I said, my voice slightly shaky with yesterday's memory, `` We will be going over the results for the SCIP campaign, which, as you will see, was definitely not a success. Before we go into the details however, it's important to remember the one metric at the core of this marketing effort...'' 
 
 As I pressed the next button on my keyboard, loading the new slide I had just inserted, I saw Thierry react with horror and surprise. Next to the chart I had just created was a giant picture of Flipper the Dolphin. 
 
 ``... what about the baby dolphins?'' I continued, `` The most important metric of all to judge success when it comes to digital campaigns. And we completely, totally, failed when it comes to the baby dolphins. They account for only 215 SCIPs out of 1,312 sold, for a total target of 25k. Only 2 baby dolphins for this agency. Now let's look at the reasons why...'' 
 
 I looked at Alicante. He was captivated, nodding and taking notes on the numbers. 
 
 `` Please go on,'' he said, `` Mr...?'' 
 
 `` Leo,'' I answered, beaming, `` Leo Melikian.'' 
 
 **~ End of Chapter 1 ~** 
 
 Wow - you made it all the way here! Thanks! If you want to keep reading the next chapters, do n't hesitate to [ click here! - it's chapter 2 ] ( http: //kevindaslan.com/encore-chapter-two-the-southern-gang/ ). I post a new chapter every week in text, epub, mobi and audiobook format! 
 
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