The sounds of the ocean roaring along the smooth sandy shores in an endless cycle filled my ears. The warmth of the sun softly caressed my face as my eyes slowly opened to the sight of the bright blue California sky.

'What?!'

I pushed myself up in a sitting position, feeling my fingers submerged in sand as I found myself at the beach. The strange thing is I don't even remember going to the beach.

'How did I end up here? The only thing I remember was coming home from that antique shop and being in my room to replace battery for the pocket watch I just purchased...'

None of this was making any sense to me. I had to be dreaming right now, only this feels too real to be a dream.

"Maybe, I went for a walk on the beach and ended up falling asleep. I should get back and..." Once I stood up from the sand, it came to my realization that this beach was not the same beach in La Jolla or any other beach in San Diego for that matter. This was still Southern California though, I just had no clue how I even got here on a different beach and most likely a different part of the state.

Before I start panicking, my eyes roamed my surroundings. There were hoards of people all over the beach as I noticed their swimsuits and outfits looked a little odd like from a different time. What was even more strange was the fact that I have seen this place before, I just couldn't place my finger on it. I decided to look for answers and walked away from the beach knowing it wouldn't get me anywhere if I stayed there.

Finally, I touched the solid concrete of a nearby sidewalk finding myself in a neighborhood with rows of beach houses painted in different colors. In my head, I was thinking about how the Monkees lived in a beach house similar to the ones here in the neighborhood on their television show. The thought about being transported in their television universe entered my mind. It would be nice but I knew it couldn't happened.

As I explored through the neighborhood, there were several cars parked alongside the sidewalks and in driveways. They looked like cars that could be fifty years old, but they were all brand new. Maybe the people who own these cars really took care of them. Even these houses were in pretty good shape too the more I paid attention to them. Everything around me looked to be from the 1960s and I still needed to find out where the hell am I.

This city was beginning to make me feel more out of place than usual. The locals were giving me strange looks at the sight of my clothes. I wore a lilac racerback top with light blue high waisted shorts, compare to the girls who wore knee length skirts and dresses, I felt more puzzled than ever as they started laughing behind my back.

Everyone in this city were dressed like they belonged in the sixties, the houses resembled much like the fifties and even the cars were from the fifties and sixties. Was I stuck in the sixties? No, that can't be possible. Time travel only exists in movies and television series, yet here I am in a random California city with no recollection of getting here.

I continued further down the sidewalk stumbling upon a house that couldn't belong in the 1960's or even in my time of 2012. There in front of me stood the Monkees beach house. I stood there completely awestruck, feeling I've been hit in the head way too many times as my chest tightened.

"This cannot be happening..." I said to myself in disbelief, but it really was happening.

The house was in fact 1334 on North Beechwood Drive which is in Malibu, California and looked very real. Even the famous red Pontiac GTO was parked in the driveway to prove my point even further.

My thoughts of living in the Monkees television universe finally came true.

"Okay, calm down, Mary. Yes, this is pretty bizarre. I mean, I'm actually in alternate 1960's Malibu, California. I'm not sure how it exists but it does. Think! How did this happened?" I began talking to myself as if I wasn't insane enough. "Okay, you came home from the store with your cute present and you went to change the battery of the pocket watch and once you changed the time...Oh, my god..." Realization hit me like a ton of bricks without the physical pain as I grasped the small pocket watch in my hand. It was still clasped around my neck, but the funny thing was that now it looked almost brand new. Polished to perfection and shining brightly in the sunlight. To my surprise, the hands were no longer ticking as the new battery already died out on me.

I'm convinced my pocket watch took me back in time. Okay, that sounds really crazy coming from me, but I couldn't think of a better explanation that would make sense. This whole time, I purchased a time traveling device and it took me to the alternate 60's of the Monkees television show.

Maybe, it didn't sound so bad. I always wondered what it would be like to live in this time and now I'll finally get that chance.

A small grin spread along my lips at the idea of living one of my wildest dreams, but I realized I was still lingering outside of the Monkees beach house like a stalker. Quickly, I walked off trying not to drag so much attention to myself. It would have been a very strange thing to answer their front door and tell them I'm such a big fan and I'm from the future too. Not only would it be awkward, it would be creepy as well. I couldn't let anyone know I'm not from this time and needed to play dumb with anything Monkees-related. I just had a feeling I will see them, but it's only a feeling.

As I found my way into the small town by the beach, there were a few things I was going to need if I was going to stay here for a while. I made a mental list in my head: 1st) I need a place to stay, 2nd) a new wardrobe, and 3rd) I needed a job to keep everything in order.

Luckily, I kept my coin purse in the pocket of my shorts and found enough cash to get me through. The first thing I need is a place to stay, if I stayed at a cheap hotel it will be a waste of money. I found an unused newspaper and looked for anything under my budget. There was a small townhouse to rent under $100 and ironically the address was down the street from 1334 North Beechwood Drive. It wasn't intentional, it was all that was available on my budget.

When I met the landlord that late afternoon, he seemed very nice as I told him how I visiting from San Diego for the summer. It seemed pretty realistic as opposed to telling him I'm from the future.

I was given a tour of the townhouse, a two story building with enough room for two people. The place was furnished which was one less thing to worry about and had a beautiful view of the ocean from the backyard patio and from the window of my new bedroom. While the second bedroom had the view of the city, I could use it as a guest room if I ever have guests that is.

The kitchen was probably my favorite part because of how retro it looked. I've always loved the way kitchens back in the day were simple and cute. The cabinets were painted aqua blue and the white backsplash made it popped out beautifully. There was also a large double window looking into the small backyard.

Meanwhile, The living room walls were painted white as there was a nice soft blue couch, a round brown coffee table, a yellow floral sitting chair that would be perfect to curl up with a good book, and large pendent lighting to give the room enough bright light. There was even a brick fireplace incase for the cold chilly weather and bookcases built into the walls. It was simply heaven.

Once I gave the landlord the first payment of the month, I walked back into the city to buy myself a new wardrobe in order to fit in this era. Even though, my style was heavily influenced from this time period with the only exception of what I was wearing now. I needed to fit in society. My feet pulled me down the street filled with many stores that had to offer, there were a variety of clothing shops selling mod fashions to the free spirited garments of the Counter Culture movement. Honestly, the hippie scene wasn't my thing, but I admit that some of their clothes were pretty cool.

After purchasing several garments of clothes, I came across a record store just down the street of a book store. When I entered inside, I heard the sound of a small bell ringing in my ears as the music of The Beatles Rubber Soul album played in the store. It was nice to hear real music compared to the junk people in my generation listen nowadays.

My brown eyes looked around like a kid in a candy store, there were rows of records, record players on displayed, and musical instruments adorning the walls. I couldn't play though, all I can really do is sing, but I don't think I have that great of a voice. Everything looked so tempting to buy, but I needed the rest of my money for food and clean sheets for my bed.

Taking the time to look around, a man in his early forties stared at me from the back of the store and asked if I needed anything. I only told him I was just browsing around, telling him I was staying here for the summer from San Diego and gushed about how much I liked his store. He beamed from my compliment as I noticed the 'help wanted' sign posted at the register.

Minutes passed, I walked out of the record store with a smile growing at my lips. I got a job at the record store and start tomorrow morning which made me really excited. This will be my first time working at a record store. I completely forgot about my other job at a small diner working as a waitress back home in my own time. I wondered if my boss will fire me knowing I'll be away for a while. Then again, maybe being in an alternate universe wouldn't affect time in the present as when I do get back it will be as if I never left. I really hope I was right. This whole day was exhausting enough and this time travel business was more complicated than I thought. The only thing to do was to get use to it.