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You suddenly awake and jerk upwards, lifting yourself out of your bed. Dazed, it takes a moment to realize that you were just asleep. Slowly you remember the strange dream you had and mentally chuckle at its absurd notions.

You lay back down in your comfy bed and close your eyes. Your mind begins to drift again, thinking back on potential reality where women outnumbered men 5 to 1. Ridiculous, but an arousing prospect.

Eventually you roll over and go to grab your phone from the side table.

11:45 A.M.

"Oh god it's late" you say to yourself.

Luckily, you think, today is Friday. You don't have classes in the morning today and don't need to be on campus until later this afternoon. The grad school life was nice, though the mounting work on your thesis was always ticking in the background.

You decide you better get up and get moving or else you might actually end up late to class, even if you only lived a couple of blocks away from the university.

You pull yourself out of the comfort of your bed and go to stand up. Stretching and yawing, you grab your phone and begin to walk to the kitchen. Best to get some caffeine in your to kick-start things.

Wait.

You look back to your bed and realize its quite a bit larger than you remember.

Didn't I only have a double? That's definitely a King Sized Bed, you think to yourself.

Other slight differences in your room appear. Your desk chair has some clothes hanging off of it. That in and of itself wasn't strange. You often threw your sweater or shorts over the chair when you went to bed. But today the sweatshirt hanging over the chair was distinctly feminine.

Jane must have left her stuff here last night before she went home.

Your girlfriend of a year, Jane Morehead, was also a graduate student at the university. You two had met at a department wide mixer early last year and after a few dates decided to go steady.

Just as you are about to shake off the strange differences, you spot something that nearly stops your heart. On your desk, there was a photo. Approaching the framed picture, you pick it up and your jaw drops. Unmistakably, you are standing in the middle of the frame with a large smile. Jane is on one side of you, her head on your shoulder and your arm around her. Normal so far. But what was throwing you off was the girl to your other side. You had never seen her before. She was certainly attractive. Smaller than Jane and a bit more petite. Unlike Jane who was white, this girl was East Asian of some kind. And also unlike Jane, this girl was clearly holding your hand in the photo and her body was snuggled up against you.

"What the fuck"

First, how do you not know this girl? Second, why the hell is she holding your hand and acting like you're a couple? Third, why is Jane not upset over this!?

While your mind is processing all of this, you hear some noise from outside your room's door. It sounds like it is someone cooking something in the kitchen. It startles you because you knew that Jane was in class right now and there was no way anyone else could be in your apartment.