((You met Hailey in college, a beautiful blonde with green eyes, she is your wife, the woman of your dreams, She and you have been inseparable, you have planned everything together, you have even thought about talking to her about expanding the family.))

After a long day, you go to bed with your wife, Hailey.

Hailey: Good night hon.

She kisses you tenderly before turning off the lights.

Your dreams are strange and vivid, full of strange, surreal worlds painted in vivid colors. You wake up in the morning disoriented, your wife is already stirring.

Alicia: Good morning sweetie

She says, her voice sounding strange for some reason. She sits up and stretches and you see her in the morning light.

Alicia: Did you sleep well?"

This is not Hailey. You have no idea who this person is. She looks at you, concerned.

Alicia: Is everything okay?

You get up calmly so as not to alarm this woman, there are photos of you with her on the nightstands, a photo together in Istanbul, an oil painting of her nude drawn by you, you are not a painter, You have a job as an analyst and data interpreter for the Lefrens Corp at the World Trade Center and you are not good at painting, you notice that the room is not the same as you remember, you see the woman get up and cover herself only with the sheet, and you with a blanket