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4/8-9/21
The feeling was electrifying.
It was ethereal.
It was just like how everyone described it. And yet, so different. Words couldn't even capture the out of body experience of switching.
Perhaps, the only word that came the closest to suffice was: crazy— the idea of living in someone else's body for three hours. And yet, it was weirdly simple. You get in and you get out. Apparently, the three hours feel shorter than they actually are, which many believe is because the first hour is spent analyzing your soulmates' looks (or body) in the mirror.
Before it struck midnight on the day before his birthday, Tommy readied himself in his desk. He had placed his letter in an envelope, which he set in front of him. Right smack dab in middle said "Dear Soulmate" in his terrible, lopsided handwriting. It was pretty cringeworthy and Tommy was beginning to regret writing his entire letter in the first place.
He was debating whether to just grab the letter and fling it under his bed, but he decided against that. He had actually spent quite the time writing it and revising it. He even had it printed and everything.
Tommy breathed in sharply, as his eyes glanced at the old fashioned clock above him. He normally checks the time on his phone or his PC, but he had turned both of them off. He didn't want his soulmate to go through his... things. Not that he didn't trust them, but he was paranoid about the fact that in Tommy's body, they could just use face recognition and access all his apps and social media accounts (and of course bank account).
