I wake up.
Immediately I have to figure out who I am. It's not just the body—opening my eyes and discovering whether the skin on my arm is light or dark, whether my hair is long or short, whether I'm fat or thin, boy or girl, scarred or smooth.
The body is the easiest thing to adjust to, if you're used to waking up every other day having the same spirit but different body. It's the life, the context of the body, that can be hard to grasp.
Every other day I am someone else. I am myself—I know I am myself—but I am also someone else.
It has always been like this.
What if your soulmate and your right person are not the same person? Would you recognize the same love if it never wore the same face?
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Day After Day
Teen FictionEvery morning Ray wakes in a different person's body, a different person's life, until he wakes up in the body of David and falls in love with David's girlfriend, Dannah. Every day a different body. Every day a different life. Every day in love with...
