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#1 You wake up and find yourself not in your own bed, not in your own skin. You actually can’t even remember your own name.

Get up and go to the bathroom. Go to paragraph #2.

Decide to look out the window. Go to paragraph #3.

#2 You roll your body, awkward limbs and bulbous belly. You don’t remember a belly quite so distended. You actually can’t even remember your own body. Your too large feet shuffle across threadbare carpet, dingy brown. You almost make it to the bathroom before you fall over, your gangly arms and legs and bulging belly becoming a tangled heap on the floor next to the mini-fridge.

Open the mini-fridge because you are thirsty. Go to paragraph #4.

Lay in your heap, crying, and drink your own tears, the salt soothing your aching throat. Go to paragraph #5.

#3 You roll your body up and throw open the curtains, but there is no window, just a brick wall. Your too long fingers, nails dark and purple, trace the mortar, caress the fired clay. You push each and every one, hoping for a secret passage. There’s nothing and fear begins to swell.

Go to the bathroom to look in the mirror. Go to paragraph #2.

Leave the room. Go to paragraph #6.

#4 You open the mini-fridge and find a head. It’s a head you know. It’s a head you remember. You find that you are so very hungry and the head seems so appetizing. You pluck it out, your hand cupping it, a ripe fruit perfectly nestled in your palm. You lick your lips. Your mouth distends and you pop your old head into your new mouth, swallowing your old life in its entirety, ready to start anew.

#5 Your tears have made you hungry. You decide to open the mini-fridge.

Go to paragraph #4.

#6 You are naked so you cover your awkward and distended belly with the dirty sheet from the bed. You don’t want to look in the mirror in the bathroom. You don’t want to see what you are. Your too large feet shuffle across threadbare carpet, dingy brown. You almost make it to the door before you fall over, your limbs becoming a tangled heap in the dirty sheet on the dingy floor next to the mini-fridge.

Open the mini-fridge because it’s there. Go to paragraph #4.

Shake in your heap as rage and fear fill your eyes with tears, drinking the salt, burning your raw throat. Go to paragraph #5.