Seven Days Corridor

I died seven times, each time waking up on the same day. During the seventh cycle, I found a line of blood words on the last page of the diary: "Find the man who remembers you every time it comes around." Today is the eighth time I woke up and as usual I went to the corner to buy coffee. The clerk smiled and handed over a cup of mocha: "Still doing the same thing today, double sugar?" I have never told anyone that I only drink black coffee.