The Daily Concerns of a Shapeshifter
A knock at the door. I stretch out and reach to grab my phone, but it isn’t there. But I… The hotel!! My heart drops. I leap out of bed and look for the nearest mirror. I’m myself. But who was I when I got in here?
Another knock at the door.
“Sir, are you up?”
My voice! What voice did I take? Was I a young man or an older one??
“Sir, you asked for a 7 a.m. breakfast to be delivered to you. I’m going to assume you’re in the bathroom and just bring it into the bedroom if you don’t mind.”
I do mind! I do! Where’s my wallet? Where did I throw that thing last night? The couch, right!! I sprinted into the next room and threw cushions all over the place. There! Next to the fireplace!! I tore it open and looked at my ID. No way!! I didn’t take his ID!?
“I’m terribly sorry, sir, but we at the Jasper Hotel error on the side of caution, so I’m coming in now. I apologize in advance if I’m inconveniencing you.” I heard his keys jingle.
Of course! I threw out some more cards and found the foreign one. His credit card! His name is Jeffery Michaels! Who was that, again?
The door swung open and an older man came in with a platter of food in one hand. He turned in surprise at the cushions lying all over the living room floor.
“Mr. Michaels, are you all right? You look ill.”
I messed up the nose, didn’t I? Better roll with it. I used my most nasally voice.
“Yeah, I’m pretty messed up. Don’t worry about it, just leave the food and go, please.”
He took a moment to look at me more closely, probably trying to see if I was on drugs or something. Then, he placed the platter of fruits and toast at the counter next to him and bowed his way out.
I should really have a system for these cons.