THE DAY I WOKE UP

I AM MARRIED?

I awoke in a bed that felt unfamiliar, plagued by a pounding headache and my entire body aching. As my eyes fluttered open, a tiny voice began crying. Across the room, a tall man with brown hair and intense eyes stood near the cradle, gently holding a baby. Groaning, I sat up. The baby had settled down, happily engrossed with glittery toys in the cradle.

Approaching me with a warm smile, the man said, "Good morning, darling!!!" He kissed my forehead, and I was taken aback by the gesture from someone I didn't recognize, yet strangely felt I should. Reacting abruptly, I pushed him away, sensing his surprise and hurt. He checked my forehead, and just as I was about to push him away again, the doorbell rang. He excused himself to answer it.

He returned with a girl who bore a striking resemblance to my sister Regina. "Hi sissy!!!" she greeted enthusiastically.

"Do I know you?" I asked, puzzled by her appearance.

"Of course you do! I'm your sister, Regina," she replied, her confusion evident.

Thinking she had undergone an overnight transformation, I blurted out, "Regina!! How did you manage to convince Dad to let you get that makeover and haircut? You look taller than yesterday. Did you have plastic surgery overnight? And that hairstyle won't fly at our school. You better find a way to convince the teachers."

She grew increasingly perplexed. "Um, I'm about to finish college, and this hairstyle is perfectly acceptable there. Besides, you were the one who encouraged me to get it."

Realizing my mistake, I apologized, "Sorry, I mistook you for someone else. By the way, who are you?"

"I'm your sister, Regina Catherine!" she exclaimed, clearly taken aback.

Feeling even more confused, a sharp ache throbbed in my head as I struggled to recall memories that seemed just out of reach. "Then who is he?" I asked, gesturing towards the man. "Is he a friend? Why am I in his bed, and why is he holding a baby?"

My supposed sister regarded me with an expression as though each question was a sharp arrow. The baby began crying once more, seemingly eager to be held by me. With a resigned sigh, she looked directly at me and stated firmly, "He is Julian, your husband. She is your daughter, Cassandra. I am your freaking sister, Regina Catherine. Enough with the games; we know you're trying to prank us, but I'm not falling for it, sissy. Better luck next time!"

Suddenly, the man interjected, "No, I think something is wrong with her. She wouldn't go to such lengths for a prank, Regina."

Regina retorted, "No, bro, she's a total prankster. You don't know her. She'll be fine. I'll take Cassandra now. Have fun with her." Before she could finish, I was already in a panic, rushing out into the living room. I found it empty and quickly retreated to a room, locking myself inside.

As I looked around, my eyes fell on numerous photographs adorning the walls—all of me. In one, I stood with Julian in front of my school, dressed in a prom gown while he wore a suit. The photo was labeled "my love," but I had no memory of such an event. How could I have gone to prom with him? It made no sense. One moment, I was a typical 10th grader navigating life, and the next, I apparently had a husband and daughter.

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"No, no, no, there must be some mistake or misunderstanding. This can't possibly be happening," I muttered to myself in disbelief. In another photograph, Julian and I were standing in front of Cambridge University. Me? Cambridge? It was surreal. The caption read 'forever together.' I couldn't wrap my head around it—I had apparently attended Cambridge with Julian. What was going on? It made no sense.

Overwhelmed, I heard someone calling my name. I turned and saw my friend Maria, shimmering slightly but unmistakably herself. Before I could even greet her, she spoke urgently, "Listen, bro, I don't have much time. The night I entered your body, I was chanting 'die! die! die!' and then I died. My lifelong goal was to make you fall in love with Julian, and I hadn't achieved it. So, my soul entered your body, and I've been living as you for twelve years now. You just had Cassandra six months ago. Don't worry, I chose to engineering as your career, and now you're a successful engineer. From the photograph, you must remember going to Cambridge with Julian. Now, both of you are successful software engineers. Your memories will return soon, so don't freak out, bro. Good luck. Bye!!!" With that, Maria vanished, leaving me alone and bewildered once more. 

I was absolutely certain I had been hallucinating (don't worry, I still remember what hallucinating means). With a heavy sigh, I ventured out and caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked... beautiful. Gone was the nerdy appearance. My brown hair, now wavy and longer, framed my face, and my almond eyes stood out more prominently. I appeared more mature, no longer chubby but with a great body. It seemed like I had undergone a major transformation; my face looked stunning, even in my pink Pokémon pajamas. I couldn't help but acknowledge how awesome I looked, despite just waking up. (I'm not bragging, don't get me wrong.)

Julian waited for me patiently, then approached with concern. "Babe, are you okay? I took the day off for both of us. Regina has taken Cassandra, so shall we go out and relax a bit? I'm sure it will help clear your mind."

I hesitated, edging away from Julian. "Though he's cute, he's still a stranger to me," I thought, noticing his curly hair and striking ocean blue eyes. I had to admit, he was more than just cute.

Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced through my head, intensifying until I collapsed into Julian's arms and blacked out.

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