I wasn't dreaming

As the door closed behind us, I grabbed my broom from the corner of the room and pointed it straight at my old body. "Who the f&@$ are you!" My high-pitched voice was unrecognisable.

"Wait! Wait. I can explain."

Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a reflection in the mirror on my cupboard door. It had long, slightly wavy hair and a face that...was cute. Wait a minute.

I immediately had flashbacks to my encounter in the lift a few days ago.

I'm her.