One hot morning I awoke as Ted Bundy.  My bed sheets were soaked with sweat that I continued to perspire. I threw the linens off my body and sat up in desperation to find a cool bit of oxygen for me to breathe. As I gasped for air a tainted scent filled my mouth, and at that moment I thought myself ill. I leaped out of bed and ran to the bathroom but clumsily tripped over unfamiliar feet. These feet threw me to the floor and lay me at eye level with the prettiest blue eyes. In shock I sat back and pushed my body into a corner of the room. The eyes weren’t blinking and the body wasn’t moving, but a small pool of red lay by the body’s head mixing in with the blond streaks of its hair.  My eyes filled with tears and I glanced past the body into the mirror and saw a stranger staring back at me. I frantically flipped my hands back and forth in disbelief that I was who was starring back at me, but then was distracted by a blotch of red on my nail in the shape of a heart. I stopped, giggled and wiped away my tears. One hot morning I awoke as Ted Bundy, and never came back.