I could tap on the screen and actually text Danny. Even better, I could press a single button to call him. I could finally, finally talk to the love of my life, and the best part? He already loved me back.

I reached for the phone, but as soon as my hand grazed the case, my vision blurred. Black and white spots sparkled in front of me. After sixty full seconds, they exploded into yellow flames and faded away, leaving me back in my real room.

No. No no no no. I blinked. Blinked again, harder this time, and was back in her my kitchen.

That was close. Too close. My trip to paradise wouldn’t last much longer, I could tell.

I tried to move my lips, to talk to the boy across the room, but I couldn’t speak if I wanted to. She was forcing my mouth shut. I could feel her. Reeling my hand back to my side, away from the phone. Like we were sharing the same limbs. Like we were fighting for possession of her body.

What was the point of calling up Danny if I’d be yanked back to my reality mid-conversation? I’d rather do something that would help me in the long run. Something that would make a real difference.

That’s why I gave up on the phone idea and reached for the closest drawer. Yanked it open so hard the entire thing popped out and clattered to the floor. It was hard to judge my strength. One second, my doppelgänger was fighting to take control of her body and every movement felt like I was wading through rough water. The next second, I could move about freely.

(Come on, bitch. Get the fuck out of me. Out. Outoutout.)