The Switch
My alarm goes off at the same time it does every day. But something feels off when I get out of bed. I look around to find myself not in my own room. I’m in what looks to be a researcher’s room?
I go to the bathroom and see what’s supposed to be me, only they have long grey hair and a short, grey bread. I don’t have grey hair. I don’t even have a beard. I’m barely starting adulthood and yet this body looks to be in their 70s.
Am I dreaming?
I notice a note on the mirror that says “you need to be by the stage by 9:30am to prep for your speech”
What speech? Whose body am I in?
And then I remember talking to an elderly man who said he’d be making a speech about the meaning of life. Did I switch bodies with him?
I remember reading on the pamphlet when I walked in yesterday that there was going to be a grand speech by a philosopher. The speech is supposed to be life changing for a lot of the people hear. There is going to be thousands of people. Just what I hate. Public speaking. Now I’m am freaking out because I don’t know what he was planning on saying and I’m worried if I’m going to ever be able to be in my own body again.
My real alarm went off.
Phew! That really was a dream. What would make me dream something like that?