Daniella's p.o.v.
To be honest, I could have known that there had happened something. I got to sleep pretty early, and for the first time in what seemed forever (yeah, I made that reference. Problem with that?) I wasn't in my internet browsing position, which was weird, since I am using that position to browse through internet (well, obviously, because that's why it's called a browsing position) for the whole night, untill 4 am, when I think it is time to go to sleep. And when I don't, I cannot fall asleep. I lay in an inbetween stage where I am not exactly asleep, but also not awake. It is weird, very weird. And I hate it.
This night was different. I was actually going to bed early, well, for how far you can call 12 pm me it is early. But yeah, I went to bed early, and when I let myself fall on my bed, I actually fell asleep immidiatly.
Dreaming was also pretty weird. There was a big mirror, and a pathway that led to it, but for the rest there was nothing. I couldn't really name the 'nothing', for how it looked and sounded and maybe even smelled. It was, you know, nothing. Could also pretty much be walls of chocolate, I don't know. I was dreaming and it looked like nothing.
There was only one option, and that was walking to the mirror. I don't know for how long it took me to reach the mirror, because every time I was close to it, it seemed to still be far away. After what seemed like hours, I finally reached it.
The strange thing happened.
When I looked into the mirror, I couldn't see myself. There was a boy standing in front of me, around the same height as me -which for a boy is quite normal, but for m\e is to long- with dark brown hair that curled a little bit and eyes that were so dark they were almost black. He looked a lot like me, yet with one o-so-obvious difference. He's a guy. I am a girl. It was if I was stairing in some sort of genderbend mirror.
I don't know how it would go further because the next thing I remember is that I woke up. At first, it all looked like a normal morning. Nothing special to happen, no weird animals -long story- in my bedroom and nothing that had dissapeared. Good.
Still, there was this one, stupid feeling that told me that there was something wrong. Very wrong.
I stretched and there it happened. I let my right hand fall next to me. It needed to fall on top of another pillow.
It didn't.
It fell on top of a human face.
The next thing I did was screaming when I realised it was a guy that was lying next to me.
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