Something is looking at me. It is not human.
It is saying things that I do not understand, it is doing things to me, but I cannot feel them. They look worried.
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I wake up somewhere that is not my bed or my home.
A city.
I do not do anything, waiting for the situation to resolve itself, it does not.
After a day and a night pass, I get hungry. I take an apple from a food stand, the merchant does not react.
I take a bite out of the apple, they do not react.
People around me are speaking in a language I do not understand, and they do not react to me either.
I keep eating apples from the food stand and drinking water from the fountain.
I feel sick.
I die
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I wake up somewhere that is not my bed or my home.
My body feels different.
I have breasts.
Was I always a girl? I must have been.
I'm hungry.
I eat from wherever I want, I sleep in beds that do not belong to me. I wander halls that were not built for me.
As I enter a bedroom. I notice that someone is staring at me through a window. It is the first person that has ever done so. I raise my hand, they raise theirs.
It takes me a few hours to realize that this is a mirror.
Did I always have a reflection? Did I always have a face?
I try to mimic the expressions I have seen. Emotions that do not belong to me.
Disgusting.
Those expressions are not mine for a reason. I am simply not worthy of them.
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The room is getting hotter, the house is on fire. I do not know why, it simply is.
As my reflection stare at me, I wonder why it feels like something is missing.
Feel? I 'feel' as if something is missing?
I cough. The smoke makes it hard to breath. It feels painful.
There's that word again, why do I care so much about that word? There are plenty of words. But I dislike using this one, it feels wrong.
I feel wrong.
I die.
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I wake up somewhere that is not my bed or my home.
My body feels different.
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I wake up somewhere that is not my bed or my home.
My body feels different.
I pat my chest, I am a girl this time. I was not one before.
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I wake up, I'm hungry, I sleep, I wake up, I die.
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I wake up somewh-
"Hey, are you okay?" something asks.
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