As I was getting ready to go to the church as usual, annoyed at the creases that seemed to stick to my shirt, despite repeatedly ironing it. As I was beginning to go to the living room, snap, my ears began to ring, my heart was pumping like it grew ten times the size, and without any warning, I got a sudden headache.
Memories started to appear in my mind, but they were not mine, nor were they from my world. Everything happened so fast, I couldn't even react. Before I knew it, I was blacked out and on the floor, with the blood I vomited sticking onto my skin. No, this body's skin.
As I woke up, still hazed from the experience, I realized it was getting dark outside. It's then that I realized, not only had at least nine hours passed since I blacked out, but everything around me had changed my room, the sky, the sun seemed to be in the wrong direction, my room was wooden and worn out, but above all, I was smaller, taller, more handsome, and more importantly, not me, or at least the me I'm used to.
I started to recollect my memories. Although hazy, I remembered this body's life. I understood his language. His name was Arthur Norwin. Although still hazy, I could recollect the scattered parts of his memories. As I absorbed his memories, something became very clear to me, that before I do anything else, for a reason I still do not understand, and against my own reasoning, I should, no, I have to tell Arthur's family what happened, and that I am not their son, at least not anymore.