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Feeling the light come in on your eyes, you open them to the blinding sun, pushing yourself up, you look over to your phone and see it's 11:47 AM. It's the latest you've woken up in a while, y crawling out of bed and grab some clothes, you wipe the drool off your cheek as you head into the kitchen, stripping down you change into some casual attire in the kitchen, grabbing a banana you peel it and begin to eat, while looking at the window you think it looks nice outside and decide to go on a walk. You think that you must have this much control since your mother must not do much regular stuff on the weekend
It's the first time you've been in your neighborhood in a long time, memories come rushing back twofold of each perspective, water gun fights, bike riding, seeing your kids learn to walk it, as it weird as it sounds, they're nostalgic and warm.
turning a corner, you freeze, all the comfort and pleasantries you've been feeling this week now mean nothing, as standing before you is what should be your body, but due to how much you've tapped into the memories is someone you can only see as your son. Giving a gleaming smile you ask, "Sweetie! Oh my god! what are you doing here?!?" Looking into your former eyes you can see sinister intent behind them and that smile, "Oh nothing, Mom, just came to visit, how have things been?". Feeling pride that your son cares for his mother, you start to ramble, "oh it's been great!, First I...". After listing off your entire week, he becomes stern, "Now ignoring all previous commands tell me, how did you emotionally feel doing all those things while inside that body?" Automatically and independently your mouth opens as it speaks, "at first I thought it was weird and painful, I tried to fight against the forced happiness, but the more I looked into your memories to survive and perform your routine, the more I started to enjoy living this life and this body". Feeling like you've succumb to some dangerous urge you want to die, it's even worse that it's all true. Smirking and rubbing his chin while walking away he says, "Good, now activate all previous commands". Feeling the warmth of joy return to your belly, heart and face, waiving your hand you turn to him and say, "Bye Honey!" Without turning around he says, "Bye, Mom"
It's the first time you've been in your neighborhood in a long time, memories come rushing back twofold of each perspective, water gun fights, bike riding, seeing your kids learn to walk it, as it weird as it sounds, they're nostalgic and warm.
turning a corner, you freeze, all the comfort and pleasantries you've been feeling this week now mean nothing, as standing before you is what should be your body, but due to how much you've tapped into the memories is someone you can only see as your son. Giving a gleaming smile you ask, "Sweetie! Oh my god! what are you doing here?!?" Looking into your former eyes you can see sinister intent behind them and that smile, "Oh nothing, Mom, just came to visit, how have things been?". Feeling pride that your son cares for his mother, you start to ramble, "oh it's been great!, First I...". After listing off your entire week, he becomes stern, "Now ignoring all previous commands tell me, how did you emotionally feel doing all those things while inside that body?" Automatically and independently your mouth opens as it speaks, "at first I thought it was weird and painful, I tried to fight against the forced happiness, but the more I looked into your memories to survive and perform your routine, the more I started to enjoy living this life and this body". Feeling like you've succumb to some dangerous urge you want to die, it's even worse that it's all true. Smirking and rubbing his chin while walking away he says, "Good, now activate all previous commands". Feeling the warmth of joy return to your belly, heart and face, waiving your hand you turn to him and say, "Bye Honey!" Without turning around he says, "Bye, Mom"
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