I begin to wake up. Boy, was I tired!
"I see you're finally awake there, LITTLE DUDE!" Someone with a familiar-sounding voice emphasizing the phrase "little dude."
"You are currently me, when I was 11 years old."
I quickly sit up, eyes wide, and see my neighbor's 21 year old son standing there, grinning. He has a pair of my shoes in his hand, and an all-too familiar pair of socks on his feet!
He turns to sit down on my couch. I quickly flip the blacker off of myself, and see my little boy's feet for the first time. No longer wearing socks.
"Oh, I brought you a set of my old clothes. Don't worry, you don't have anything I haven't seen before," he giggles.
He bends down to put my shoes on his feet. He begins moaning, but he's growing at the same time! Not getting any taller, but more muscular. While he was tan, his skin tone was changing to a more olive color.
I could only sit there, horrified at what is transpiring in front of me. Stealing my future. Washing away my past. Giving me a completely different future and past.