As long as he could remember he loved Camping,
He did not question it.
The beautiful sky as the sun rose and set,
The birds that sang their songs,
The fire and smores,
The smell of the woods mixing with the smell of smoke and burnt marshmallows,
Eve...
When I awoke my head felt like it was run over by a bus, as I sat up, holding my head to try and decrease the pain, I remembered when I was run over by a bus twice in the same day, grimacing I stood up and slowly track towards my closet.
Suddenly I stopped in my tracks, when had I ever been run over a bus?
Shaking my head I continued walking.
Looking through my closet I was conflicted on what I wanted to wear, usually I would wear a dress or skirt with matching shirt respectively but today I was having strong urges to wear a plain T with pants rolled up and a handkerchief, for some reason.
Deciding on a compromise I picked out a black skirt with a long sleeved green shirt and long white sock with small black slip-on shoes.
Going to the bathroom I look into the mirror and freeze.
Normally I would spend no more than a minute looking at myself in the mirror, seeing as I am five and do not really care how I look, but today as I look at my features I have lived with for my whole life, I get a strong feeling of wrongness.
Turning my head from side to side my shoulder length red hair flutters around my face in slight curls, frowning I stare into my reflections bright blue eyes.
Even though I have had these features for my whole life, though with varying hairstyles and lengths, I still felt alien looking at myself.
Why?
I have always kept my hair long since it was long enough to cut but still, it feels unnatural to have it brushing against the nape of my neck and shoulders, as well it seems to be like I am wearing contacts because whose natural eye color is so blue that it could rival white!
Scratching my head I decided to ignore the fact that I remember having short red hair with greenish blue eyes and get ready for the day.
After putting on the skirt I again felt an inconsistency with my memory, I have been wearing skirts and dresses basically my whole life but feeling the skirt fluttering against my knees felt alien.
Shaking it off I go to get breakfast.
Just as I reach for the doorknob the barrier I felt earlier that was blocking off most of my new feeling and memories disappeared.
And
So
Did
I.
...And another took my place...
To be continued...
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