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Woken in the Wrong Time

Time travel is tiring. But I’ve learnt from my mistakes, now I always get ahead of myself and nap on the journey. It’s just a quick hop to the 80s, I can squeeze in a little hour kip. I rest my head against the leather seat, just a little nap. “Ma’am?” I awake. My eyes open wide. I’m in trouble. The woman’s wearing a powdered wig, her corset is tight, and her skirt is large. She looks into my eyes intently. This is not the 80s. 1780’s, maybe. I swallow and look around, a little lost. How long did I sleep?