the room was expensively furnished. Smart window blinds. A wide, comfortable-looking bed. The duvet crisp and clean and white.
There were books either side of the bed. In her actual life she hadn’t had a book by her bed for at least six months.
She hadn’t read anything for six months. Maybe in this life she had a better concentration span.
She picked up one of the books, Meditation for Beginners.
Underneath it was a copy of a biography of her favourite philosopher, Henry David Thoreau.
There were books on Dan’s bedside table too. The last book she remembered him reading had been a biography of Toulouse-Lautrec – Tiny Giant –
but in this life he was reading a business book called Zero to Hero:
Harnessing Success in Work, Play and Life and the latest edition of The Good Pub Guide.
She felt different in her body. A little healthier, a little stronger, but tense.
She patted her stomach and realised that in this life she worked out a bit more.
Her hair felt different too. She had a heavy fringe, and – feeling it – she could tell her hair was longer at the back.
Her mind felt a little woozy. She must have had at least a couple of glasses of wine.
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