Personality Exchange

Before I Sleep

March 23, 20xx
Time : 2:33 am
London, England

Arthur's POV

With tired eyes and stiff body, I leant back towards my chair with an exhausted sigh and adjusted my frameless eyeglasses as I stare back at the blinking cursor on my laptop screen. My eyelids are getting heavier every second that passes and my now cold tea is not helping my brain muscle strain anymore, which doesn't help with alleviating my stress at all.

I still need to finish one last chapter and the epilogue, then I'm finally done. Even if I want to push myself through it though, my body can't stand this anymore and it's starting to shut down on it own. 

Nevertheless, I can't help but to keep going. 

Just few more hours and I'll be really-finally-be done with this bugger, then send it to Liz, then pass out wherever I'll end up to.

So I took a sip of my disgustingly cold tea, and started typing again as Greensleeves plays on my earphones.

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March 22, 20xx
Time: 9: 33 pm
Washington D.C., USA

Alfred's POV

Argh! My life sucks!!!

I've been studying for two days straight already for my finals with laws and what-nots not really going through my head anymore. So I stood up from my supposedly happy chair -it's a swivel chair, and yes, It's childish of me to find small things such as this fun coz' I definitely don't have any stick up in my bootyful ass- and stretched my arms up to the sky, feeling my bones undo from their stiff state, and went straight to my mini kitchen to refill my mug.

This would be my twelfth coffee for the day, and it's not giving its normal effects on me anymore. I still have six hours to study though. But after that! I'll finally hit the sack, store some z's before the exam at ten tomorrow morning.

After pouring the remaining brewed coffee up to its last drop, I prepared another batch of coffee and took a cookie from my cookie jar, then went back to my desk as I grabbed a different book to memorize. 

Heck, this would be a long night.

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Arthur's POV

"Wake up, dude! Up, up, it's a new day today! WAKE UP!" an obnoxiously loud voice with an American accent startled me awake from my uncomfortable sleep on the table. 

The man kept repeating those exactly the same phrase, almost as if it was recorded, over and over again to the point where instead of coaxing me to a pleasant morning with that fruity voice, it's succeeding instead with waking up the inner psychopathic murderer in me. 

It must be though, or something along the lines of a video or maybe the telly, since the last thing that I remember is that I'm sitting by my desk all alone, and definitely no loud American.

I sat up properly and tried to rub the sleep off my eyes under my glasses, as a groan came out in annoyance when the blabbing won't stop.

"Shut your trap, will you!" I snapped, but was surprised to hear a different voice. 

I finally looked around, and saw that I'm in a rather big room. It is modernly styled in a gorgeous way, and it still stands out even though the room is quite messy with books and papers strewn about everywhere. Behind me is a comfortable looking untouched bed with star and stripes designed bed sheets, a curtain wall with open silky red curtains  that shows the busy street outside on my left, and a door on my right which I'm guessing would lead either towards a living room or a hall according to the loud commotion outside.

In front of me is a glass desk with mountain high pile of law books, notebook with lazily written cue-like words, pen on my hand, and a neon blue and yellow highlighter on the pen organizer at my front right. The phone on top of the thickest book started to light up and the loud voice from earlier came out from it.

I took it, and it seems to be an alarm.

"Wake up!" is what's written on it as a reminder, and the time's 8:47 AM. I shut the alarm off then slacked back on the chair.

"What the bloody hell's happening?" I muttered to myself, still disturbed that I sound different. A little bit deeper, and sounds more like an American. Exactly just like the recorded voice in the alarm.

I closed my eyes and took my glasses off, then massaged my temple to ease the forth coming headache.

"I can't remember getting drunk, so this must be a dream..." I told my self. I tried pinching my cheeks, then slapped myself after. I bit hard on my supposedly arms, which is a bit muscular than I'm used to, for precautionary measures, only when I opened my eyes, it's blurrier than what I'm accustomed to.

Like really blurry that I'm surprised that I could still make out the shape and lines of the things around me.

And I'm still here.

Different reasons and theories run off my head only to be brought back to the reality when the phone rang. I took the wired glasses from earlier and wore it, then took the phone in my shaking hands. Liz's number pops up in the screen, and I hesitated with taking the call, since in the first place, this shouldn't be for me. 

Like, I'm me, but I don't think I'm currently me, and the owner of this body that's I'm currently in to has a call that's probably for some reason would be from Liz.

Okay, that didn't sound right.

I swiped the screen and took the call, bringing it to my ears and listened for anything that would give me any idea about what's happening. Yet after a few minutes, there's nothing from the other line, so I decided to break the ice.

"H-hello?" my voice broke unintentionally, letting on that I'm nervous more than I would like to admit.

"No way...." I've heard my original voice gasp in surprise at the end of the line which made me gasp out in return. 

"Uhhhmmm... I know this is weird, but may I know who am I talking to?" the person on the other line continued.

"Excuse me?"

"P-please... Just tell me your name...." he pleaded with strain. 

I was wasn't able to find my voice in surprise for a while, thinking if I should trust this person with my name or something. Anyway, what should I tell him?

I'm definitely not who I think I am right now -it doesn't take a genius to know what's happening to me at the moment- and I don't have a clue on what was this person's name either! In actuality, I really am confused as heck and I don't know what's really happening. 

But.

This is definitely Liz's number, I'm sure it's hers. 

And I could probably trust my own voice. Ironically speaking.

I took a breath and then sighed.

"Ar-Arthur Kirkland."