... take a shower. The struggle from the night before had been physically exhausting for Sam's body, which was dotted all over with sweat. I tore the covers away, feeling how they stuck to my new skin. I anticipated the rush of water across it, a sensation I had not felt since the morning I had set out for school and been killed two weeks prior. It would be an opportunity for me to get acquainted with this body, to really feel like I was its owner. I did feel bad that I had deprived Samantha of her own life, but I quickly brushed that thought aside. It was too early in the morning for regret, and anyway, I needed a body to inhabit. I couldn't have spent another minute as an aimless, cold, hollow ghost.
I walked across the room. Sam's legs were much shorter than my old ones, so I overestimated my first step and nearly tumbled. I quickly re-oriented myself, though, and moved slowly to the door. The nightgown sashayed with me inside it. All the while, I marveled at her room. Music posters, her own TV, tennis trophies, a vanity mirror, a small bookshelf at the foot of the bed, stuffed animals, a closet brimming with colorful clothes ... I was right to pick Samantha! She had a much more interesting life, I could tell, than I used to.
I went into the hallway. From the looks of it, I was up pretty early, before anybody else in the house. Luckily, the bathroom was only two doors down from her bedroom. I went inside of it, closed the door behind me, and took a deep breath. There I was in the mirror ... Samantha's face looking back at me. Holy shit. I stepped up to my reflection and lifted my hand onto the glass, watching as Samantha did the same. I really did this, I thought. I'm Sam now. I felt ...