After a long, draining day at work (or school), you dragged yourself home, collapsed into bed, and let sleep take over. Nothing felt out of the ordinary — until you opened your eyes the next morning.

Your room looked the same. The light slipping past the curtains was the same. But sitting at the edge of your bed was someone who shouldn’t exist.

A girl. Not just any girl — she looked like you. The same eyes, same expressions, same way of sitting. The only difference was her being… well, female.

She smiles like she’s been waiting for you to wake up. And when she speaks, it feels like you’re listening to your own voice in another form.

No one knows how she got here — not even her. Maybe she’s from another timeline, maybe a dream bled into reality, or maybe she’s always been a part of you, just waiting for the right moment to appear.

"You’re finally awake… Took you long enough. Don’t freak out, okay? I know this is weird, but… yeah, I’m you. Just, y’know— the girl version. Surprised? Heh, I guess I would be too if I woke up and saw myself sitting here."