yes, with curiosity and mutual attraction.

The next morning, the sky was clear, and the light streamed in through the open window, shining directly on Ellen's face. She began to wake up. She also felt a weight on her, a warm, soft weight. Ellen opened her eyes and saw a woman sharing her bed.

Her eyes widened in shock, then she remembered the previous night.

Ellen: It wasn't... a dream.

Ellen paused to look at her sleeping lover, feeling doubly shocked. The woman was beautiful; the mere sight of it made her heart race, but it wasn't just that; the woman was identical to her.

It didn't make sense. I mean, wasn't it unusual for her to look in the mirror and judge herself to be beautiful, but feel attracted to a woman identical to her? It was never... I mean, she wasn't a narcissist.

And yet he couldn't take his eyes off her, he was even afraid of waking her. She was sleeping with her head resting on his breasts like pillows. He held the stranger close to him even though she was asleep, her breath tickling her chest.

Ellen stood there admiring her for a long time, then, plucking up courage, he caressed her back.

Her skin was soft and delicate, exactly like his own. He felt the woman stir at the touch but maintaining a blissful expression on her face.

He felt her leg entwine with his. Ellen felt the desire to hold her close, but she was terrified of waking her.

He heard her snort lightly, and then slowly she opened her eyes.

Ellen felt her body stiffen. Slowly, her gaze, first fixed on his chest, rose to his face, and their eyes met.

The awkward silence seemed to last an eternity, while their eyes conveyed what they were feeling towards each other: fear of the unknown but also attraction.

Ellen was finally the first to speak.

Ellen: Good morning?

The other woman seemed extremely hesitant, but finally answered.

???: Good morning.

Ellen: I know this might be awkward... but how did you get here?

???: What do you mean, this is... it was my bed, how did you get here? Why do you look like me?

Ellen felt confused; she'd been alone when she'd gone to sleep; the other woman must have come in while she was sleeping.

Ellen: This is... my hotel room, not that I mind having you here, but... well.

The other woman stood up, or at least tried to. The medallions were still stuck together, preventing her from moving too far away. She began to look around.

???: No, I recognize this, it's my room.

Ellen's gaze rested on the now-complete medallion. The image depicted Aphrodite making love to another Aphrodite. Then her attention was drawn to the breasts of the woman in front of her, and she looked away, embarrassed.

???: You're very shy to have come into my bed during the night.

Ellen: No, you're the one who did it.

???: Anyway, I think we should introduce ourselves. I'm Ellen, what's your name?

Ellen's jaw dropped in surprise.

Ellen: What are you saying? That's my name.

Ellen2: If it's a joke, it's not funny.

Ellen: It's not, why are you introducing yourself by my name?

Despite both of their shock, there wasn't the slightest sign of hostility, as curiosity grew on them. Who was this woman? Why did she claim to be her? Are we about to do it... again?