Jim

Your name is Jim. You were a quiet, suburban man with a beautiful wife and a nice house. The bright sunshine cascading through the window wakes you abruptly, which is highly unusual. Your sudden reimersion into consciousness is followed immediately by a piercing headache and the sensation of a dry mouth. As you start to blink yourself into alertness something feels wrong.

You're on the wrong side of the bed, you always fall asleep on the left side and here you are on the right. That explains why the light woke you this morning, it normally doesn't hit your side of the bed, only your wife's.

Recalling last night's adventures, or at least the parts you recall, the pounding headache makes sense as well. You and Liz hadn't drank like that since your college graduation party.

You swing your body towards the bathroom to go take a piss and are immediately struck with an intense vertigo. "What the fuck.." you mutter, realizing you must have drank more than you even remember. Oddly however, what you hear was the the same 'what the fuck' but in your wife's voice. Looking over, you don't see your wife.