I was awake, but I didn't want to get up yet. I didn't want to even open my eyes yet. I just remembered last night... huge fight... the failed date... getting drunk... screaming, shouting... sleeping in separate beds. Lately all we had been doing was shouting at each other in between not talking to each other. I wonder why we got married sometimes.

I sit up and try to think back on why. We had a reason, although my head aches even more as I try to remember. The sex was great, I remember that, although it's not like I couldn't get sex somewhere else if I wanted to. I wasn't in my college shape still, but I keep fit. We loved each other, of course, but that can fade, and it can return in someone else. No kids, not yet. We'd said we wanted to wait until we were ready, it just seems that we haven't found time to get ready yet.

No, our marriage hasn't really gone anywhere. We just might as well be roommates for all the love and crap that's been in this home lately. Odd work shifts kept us apart, and then we never seemed to get back together. Maybe it was all a big mistake.

I opened my eyes and the light made my head feel like it was going to split. I'd had hangovers before, but this was awful. It felt like I wasn't even in my own body. Everything was awkward and gangly. I stumbled my way to the bathroom and turned on the shower. God, I stank from old alcohol and sweat. I remembered we had been furious at each other over something, but it hadn't been anything important enough to remember. We had more and more stupid fights lately. I stepped in the shower and let the water wash my problems away.

I started lathering up, but I noticed something odd right away. I didn't feel right, my body didn't feel right. Things were missing, other things had shown up, my hair was different. I pulled back the shower curtain to look in the mirror and saw I was...