You're alone in bed

You're not disappointed to wake up alone. Morning sex with a David body containing a copy of your core self would be, well, good except you're so sore from last night. Sunday morning... your David self isn't really religious and the Michelle self it's thoroughly and snugly wrapped in is frankly amoral but feels no need to pretend not to be.

You yawn, stretch, get out of bed. It's great to be Michelle Hunt.