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Then comes a tap on my cheek, which is annoying, but it makes me open my eyes. My vision is a little blurry—which is to be expected, since I can’t see much without my glasses—but then it clears, and it’s perfect. But my situation is complete chaos, for I see myself staring at me, which means I’m still trapped in Keanu’s body, and he’s trapped in mine.

I push him away from me, but in this body, I’m much stronger, and Keanu ends up sprawled on the floor. “Take it easy.”

“Sorry.” I sit up and rub my face, grimacing when I feel Keanu’s five-o’clock shadow. “Why am I still stuck in this nightmare?”

Keanu stands up, and I finally notice that he’s barefoot and wearing pajamas.

“I don’t think we’re dreaming.” He rubs his eyes and hisses. “What the hell is wrong with your eyes?”

I get up from the floor as well, the world freakily different now that I’m over six feet tall.

“I wear contacts. I must have forgotten to remove them last night.”

“They feel like sand.”

“Yeah, yeah. Focus. What do you mean, you don’t think we’re dreaming?”

“Because I drove here in your shitty car, and I’m still in your body.”

I cross my arms. “My car isn’t shitty. And that proves nothing.”

“Dreams aren’t this clear and linear, Leigh. I’ve been up for half an hour, and the only bizarre detail is that we’ve switched bodies. Everything else is normal.”

I shake my head. “There’s no fucking way this is truly happening. Maybe we’ve been drugged and we’re stuck in a very bad trip.”

He rolls his eyes, and man, I look pretty bitchy when I do that. I never knew.

“Oh yeah? Where did we get drugged? I don’t know about you, but I came home after the shoot, and the last thing I remember is taking a nap in my bed. Then I woke up in your bedroom stuck in… this.” He makes a disgusted face as he points at my body.

Jackass.

“I don’t know.” I throw my hands up in the air. “Maybe we did go somewhere, and we don’t remember.”

He doesn’t say anything for a couple of beats, and then his eyes go rounder. “I know. Let’s call Simon. I was supposed to meet him for drinks.”

I follow him—myself?—into his bedroom. Now that the lights are on, I see the mess I woke up in. “Gee, have you ever heard of cleaning up?”

“Bite me, Leigh. My room is clean, it’s just not organized.”

I’m not convinced, but I keep my mouth shut… for now.

Keanu grabs his phone from the nightstand and calls his friend, putting it on speaker.

“Damn, Keanu. You’re alive after all,” Simon answers. He sounds annoyed.

“Sorry, du—” He freezes and glances at me.

Shit. We’re both morons. Of course he can’t speak to his friend sounding like me.

“Hello? Who is this?” Simon asks.

Keanu shoves the phone in my direction and mouths, “Talk to him.”

“And say what?” I hiss.

“Improvise.”

Ugh! I take the phone from Keanu. “Hey, buddy. Sorry about that.”