Sunlight pours into the room, rousing me from my sleep. But the warm body beside me beckons me to keep my eyes closed just a while longer. My lips curl into a smile from the familiarity, my eyes still peacefully shut.

You start to stir in my arms, mumbling something incoherent. I pull you impossibly closer to me. This how I want to wake up every day.

“Mmm…” I hum, my eyes fluttering open and slowly adjusting to the harsh light. “Morning, ba-“

That’s not you. That’s not you. I could’ve sworn…

Then it hits me. I was drunk. This…girl kinda does look like you. My brain must’ve confused itself last night. Fuck. But of course it’s not you. We haven’t spoken since we broke up a few months ago. Well, not if you count the countless drunken voicemails I’ve left you apologizing.

The Not You girl’s eyes open. They’re not even your eyes. She smiles.

“Morning, stud.”

Oh god. What have I done?