I strolled off the subway today and made my way off of the platform, down the stairs and through the turnstile. I made my way absently to the escalator and was about to join the mass of people already heading up to the surface when I stopped.
I don't take the escallator in the morning. In fact, I make it a point to take the stairs everyday as it gives me the sense that I am actually getting excecise. I turned around and and headed for the stairs when I came to the realization that I was not myself this morning. I had rolled out of bed, gotten dressed, eaten breakfast and had gotten almost all the way to work when I realized that I was somebody else.
I'm not sure what to do about this. Should I tell somebody? Will they notice when they see me? What happened to the real me? Is she now sitting in a cafe somewhere in Paris, living the life she had always wanted, choosing instead to remove me from whatever life it was that I had been living before and placing me in this one?
Do I even want to go back? If nobody notices, do I have an obligation to tell somebody that the person that they are talking to isn't really me? Will they even care? What if they didn't like me before, and this just gives them an opportunity to try something new out for a while?
As things turn out, I will wake up tomorrow morning, get out of bed, get dressed, eat breakfast, make my way to work and walk up the stairs, never giving the escallator a second thought.