(Lost) Freaky Friday

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She woke more slowly than she usually did, feeling strangely groggy. She hadn't drunk that much wine with Astraea...

An arm slipped around her, a male body snuggling closer. She panicked. She hadn't wished, she was sure of it. They'd talked of wishing, but she hadn't.

But then, she hadn't exactly wished last time.

She turned over to face her fear/hope, and-

And it was Gale.

She squealed in panic, although it sounded more like an exasperated grunt. Rose leapt away and slid onto the ground in one fluid motion.

Just not one graceful motion. Was it the wine?

How had this happened?

His eyes opened and he dozily said "Come back to bed." The covers slid down as he beckoned, and she covered her eyes. With both hands.

"Why am I here?" she asked him forlornly, and then frowned, her hands dropping. Her timbre was strange; her voice was lower, more...

It wasn't her voice. It was...

"What are you talking about, Adrianne?" he asked, sitting up. She covered her eyes again with another alarmed noise.

How was she going to explain this? Not just to him, but to her?

As if Adrianne didn't hate her enough already.

Rose hated wishes.