Did you ever look into the mirror and see someone who was not you? The sleepless nights must be getting to me. It was the first time I got a good nights rest in weeks, and I wake up to look in the mirror and I see a different face peering back at me. Black hair, wicked gleaming green eyes. That was not me. I backed away peering at the body that I seemed to be inhabiting wondering if this was all some twisted dream. Whoever I was, I wasn't bad looking. I could see traces of Spanish heritage lying within the face I was looking at. I was short, with a trim figure. This was different than the body I was used to, and I was jealous of this girl's figure. But she was me now, it seemed a little silly to feel that way. I started drying off my hair, I had to get used to whoever I was now and do the things one normally did in the morning. I heard a voice calling me.<br/>"Rubia, it's time for breakfast!"<br/>So my name was Rubia now, I would have to get used to that. Hopefully I wouldn't mess up and have people call me Bailey. I went to the kitchen table and looked at my new family. It was a whole lot bigger than my family. With lots of brothers and sisters. Being an only child, I was going to have to get used to that. As I sat down to eat, I realized I didn't know how Rubia acted or anything about her life. The names of these people eluded me. What was I going to do? Somehow I was going to have to get them to say what their names were.<br/>The rest of the day passed, and I muddled through trying to learn everything about Rubia that I could. So far none of my family seems to realize anything is wrong. Can't they see Rubia is acting differently? Maybe they are just being polite and not mentioning it.<br/>Dinner time, and the family is smiling at me.<br/>"For a birthday treat, we are going out to eat tonight."<br/>So it was Rubia's birthday. I wondered what that meant in the scheme of things. Why was this happening? As the family drove in the big van, I thought over what had happened in the last few days. Maybe a clue was in those last few days. But being no detective, nothing was jumping out at me.<br/>I entered the restaurant with my family, settling in and looking around. A feeling crept over me like I should be looking for someone. Why was I feeling that way? Was someone going to help me with my plight? Or maybe someone here was experiencing the same thing I was.