Paul's 29th Journal
Paul woke in a cold sweat. Pulling his shirt away from his throat, he took a look around and recognized his room with its white walls, framed movie posters, and books strewn over every surface. He couldn’t remember making such a mess, but maybe his headache had something to do with forgetting what had happened the night before? Looking for clues he turned to his left and saw the familiar green nightstand, but on top was a little black notebook he didn’t recognize. Sitting up gingerly, not sure if his headache would get better or worse with movement, he placed his hand on the journal and pulled it to him. He heard rather than saw a pen hit the ground and decided he’d have to find it later, the pressure in his head was too much to lean over further, but he was still curious where this notebook had come from. Opening the book, he saw his own handwriting on the inside cover. It simply said “29”.