And in the morning, all this stuff reanimates its owner, reminding them of themself. And when I wake up around my friend’s stuff, it feels like now their stuff is animating me as well. Only, I’m a bit different now. I wake up, not with my own stuff reinvigorating and reassembling “Me” but with my friend’s stuff, so it feels like I wake up as them, a little bit. And then I start the day—it’s so rare to start the day not as yourself—as they do.
