Seanday Extra Portion: Morning After

I turned over and groaned. My best friend was visiting me, and he'd insisted on going to a club. It was a hairy night, I'd tried to keep sober while Mark proved his worth downing drink after drink.

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Light peeled through the curtains, bleeding through my eyelids. I groaned again and pulled the duvet over my head.

Something dredged its way through my mind: sunlight. What time was it?

I threw the duvet back and sat up; big mistake. I retched holding a hand to my mouth and leaned over the edge of the bed. There was a conveniently placed bucket: I used it.

Collapsing back into bed, I pushed my hands through my hair and holding my head desperately trying to stop the room spinning. I tried to think why I had this lousy hangover, I'd only had three drinks; had someone spiked them?

There was a noise from the other room, it cut through my mind like an axe. I groaned guessing it was Mark, slowly I pushed myself up. The smell from the bucket made me retch again, but it was dry. Getting to my feet, I stumbled towards the door my hands feeling my way, looking through squinted eyes.
Even though my head was all muzzy, I knew something about the room wasn't right as I fumbled my way along the wall knocking over a lamp: that shouldn't be there.

In the kitchen, I collapsed into a chair my head resting in my hands, my eyes tightly closed. "Oh hey there sleepy head, I was just about to get you. I've made breakfast."

I groaned, it had to be Mark, but something wasn't quite right. "You can't cook to save your life," I muttered. "And why do you sound so cheerful?"

"Yeah, about that, I've got a confession."

"What," I growled as much as my headache allowed. "You spiked my drinks didn't you?"

"Buddy, I wouldn't do a thing like that, seriously!"

I scratched the thick mop of hair on my head. "Why do I have a hangover then?" I sighed and opened an eye, looking towards the sound of breakfast being made; then both eyes popped open. "You FUCKER!" I yelled!

At the counter was ME! "What?" He joked, "I was hungry, and you were asleep, and you make the best French toast. So I swapped us out; I'll fix breakfast, and you can..." he paused, "nurse my hangover," he laughed giving me a large coffee. "Go back to bed, I'll bring you breakfast in a while."

I took a gulp of coffee and looked down, sure enough I was in Mark's body--the fucker! "I'm going back to bed shit-head, when I wake up I want to be back in my own body. Got it?" I staggered back to the bedroom, his laughter echoing through the house.