The one thing that I can always rely on is a single constant. No matter what I wake up as there is always this person, animal or thing. I always know its the same as they look the same or have the same name as the day before. His name is Billy Conners. I dont know if he is too cursed or is behind it. He like me has a new form each day tied with mine some how. When I was an 80 yr old in a nursing home, he was my nurse. When I was an fat version of myself...he was my only friend. When I was a bird he was a squirrel on the same tree. When asked whats going on, he seems to not be aware but at the same time. But either way he was an constant. Maybe connected some how. Like every other day I went to talk to him.
"Billy please tell me. How are you always with me no matter what?" I asked
"Mary want to play?" asked Billy
I sighed and did as my young mind wanted to knowing full well if he knew anything he was hiding it. We played like friends in pre school did. I thought back on all the good times we had in preschool. From our first day but knowing those werent my real memories and tomorrow Id have new memories that replaced them.
Later I...