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.

  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

  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.

  I wake up somewhere that is not my bed or my home.

  My body feels different.

  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.

  I

  wake

  up

  somewhere

  again

  again

  again

  I wake up, I'm hungry, I sleep, I wake up, I die.

  I wake up somewh-

  "Hey, are you okay?" something asks.