delivery girl

Ch.3

Daniel stood as still as he possibly could as observed his own sleeping body, like he was scared of waking himself up.

Actually, he was scared of waking himself up.

There I was, sleeping in front of me.

He walked back into the bathroom and turned on the lights.

He looked in the mirror, tilting his head, opening his mouth, and flexing the new muscles, watching as the reflection mimicked his actions.

This wonder boy.

He looked down at the body's hands, wiggling the long fingers.

It was definitely me.

He moved to peek his head out of the bathroom, and to where his bed was tucked into the corner of his small apartment.

His original body was still sleeping peacefully.

But that was also absolutely me!

He felt the heartbeat of the body he was in, and the blood pumping through the muscles that didn't belong to him.

These toned muscles were so vivid and alive.

Daniel gulped as he realized that no, 'This is not a dream!'.

This is real life!

From outside of the apartment, nobody would know about the crisis Daniel was struggling with.

Daniel's real body was snoozing away.

Staring at myself.

'Freaky!!'

Daniel had folded his newly long limbs to make himself appear smaller and huddled in a corner, trying to research his symptoms on his phone.

There was a feeling of horror.

'No information online...'

I was not mad, and I certainly wasn't dead.

Daniel's fingers hovered over the call button as he thought of his next course of action.

'Police? 911? Should I call mom?'

He shuddered when he pictured himself strapped to a cold metal table, masked doctors preparing to prod him with sharp needles.

'Not the police or hospital!!'

I knew that could make things worse.

Next Daniel conjured up an image of his frail, smiling mother.

'And mom...'

He paused.

"Let's not tell her for now." He decided aloud.

He pressed his lips together as he looked down at his sleeping body.

I guess there's only one person who can help me solve this...

He crouched over his sleeping body.

'Let's wake me up. I'll listen to myself.' He concluded.

And that person is me.

He placed his hands on his other body, trying not to shudder at the weird thought, and began to shake his sleeping form.

"Hey, excuse me, please wake up." He said politely.

'I'm speaking formally to myself.' He realized.

He began to shake his body a tad bit more roughly.