Short story part I

I. Waking-up again.

He wakes up with his head pounding, dizzy and confused. He tries to remember where he is, “what happened last night? Is it morning already or is it still night time?” He tries to sit up and clear his head. As he stands from the bed looks around trying to recognize the room he’s in. It’s a big room almost like a hotel suite, next to the bed there is a nightstand, a wallet and a set of keys lie on top. “Richard Smith, M.D.” reads one of the cards in the wallet; I.D. and driver’s license bear the same name. “Okay, I’m a doctor this time” the man says to himself as he stumbles his way to the bathroom. The water is now running in the sink, he washes his face and lets the freshness of the cold water penetrate each pore on his face, washing off every last trace of haziness still lingering in his head.

After putting on a clean shirt he stands in front of the mirror, analyzing every little detail of his new body. The man staring back at him is tall; not too old, maybe in his late thirties, seemingly someone who works out on a regular basis. He stares for a minute at his new face. “There is something sad about those brown eyes and the way his mouth is shaped, almost like a frown.” He says as he closes his eyes.