*Continuation of "It's Just Better This Way"*

Waking up feeling as though I've been in a terrible car crash, I couldn't help noticing how awful today's already started. I rolled away from the bright sun peaking through my windows, not before clutching at my aching head. Something had to be wrong. I never felt this awful before, and oddly, I didn't feel like myself. That was the first time I felt something nearly indescribable as this.

I felt an arm snake around my waste before pulling me into a warm chest. I opened an eye in fear, cautiously looking over my shoulder to find a man snuggled behind me. Then, that was when more questions started to invade my mind, but they all went away when I heard him calling for my attention.

"Morning," he smiled before yawning. "I'm going to get up and make breakfast. I'll let you rest a bit longer, but I got to feed the kids."

Now, I didn't know what was going on. Everything seemed so screwed up, and I couldn't find where it had all started.

Where am I?

Who is the man leaving the room?

Kids? What kids is he talking about?

I just dropped my head back on the pillow with a wince, forgetting that my head felt like an over crowded zoo. Obviously, I couldn't just stay in bed all day, no matter how cozy it felt. I got to go and restore my memories from last night.

Sliding my legs out from under the blankets, I stood up as soon as my feet touched the cold floor, stretching out my body. Passing by a mirror, I quickly caught my reflection and gasped at what I was able to see.

I had long black hair that fell down to my waist, hazel blue eyes that were brighter than the sky, fully rounded cheeks that jut out a bit, full pink lips, and a small button nose. Cautiously looking down at my body, I would say I've gained about twenty pounds and four and a half inches tall. The woman in the mirror looked beautiful, but why am I picturing someone else?

Instead of long black hair, hers was shoulder-length and brown. Instead of hazel blue eyes, hers were chestnut. And instead of a button nose and full lips, she had a slender nose and narrow pointed lips. She was a whole other person, yet I don't recollect who she was, or why I even remembered her.

I rubbed my hands over my face as I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. But when I caught a dark purple tattoo on my wrist that said "Ur-da-Boss", something flickered in the back of my mind. Somehow, I've seen this tattoo before. But my mind couldn't fully comprehend it. And just when I couldn't go more insane, a little girl ran into the room and jumped on me.

"Mommy, Mommy! It's time for breakfast!"

Turning back towards the mirror with wide eyes, I wondered deeply as I stared at the woman that I've became.

"Who, is, this, stranger?"

This is the end to this series of stories. If you liked it, please tell me what were your favorite parts. ❤️