Fiona was still in bed, or at least still in her room when I started to make breakfast. I’d just finished chopping the mushrooms and bacon for an omelette when I heard the door to her room open and she stumbled in, still in the pyjamas I’d put on for her and looking somewhat disheveled.

“Morning,” I said, pointing to my piled ingredients with the knife to query if she was interested.

Fiona nodded, but with an expression that suggested something was on her mind.

After a lengthy silence filled only by the sound of food prep, she spoke in the exaggerated, sing-song tone of someone with a secret to share.

“I had the weirdest dream last night.”

“Yeah?” I said, trying to appear nonchalant while a chill of excitement ran across my scalp. There wasn’t any real risk of her objecting to what I’d done last night, but I was eager to know what the experience had been like from her perspective.

“Yeah,” Fiona continued, slowly taking a seat at the table as though not convinced it wouldn’t dissolve when she sat down. “I dreamed that I was still me, but I wasn’t me inside. If that makes sense.”

“Mm,” I said noncommittally, sliding the bacon bits into a bowl.

Fiona let the silence drag out before dropping the bomb.

“I dreamed that I was you.”

I put the knife down and turned to face her, leaning back against the counter as casually as I dared. Fiona looked back with an intense, appraising look, waiting to see how I would react.

“That’s interesting,” I said. “What gave you the impression that you were me?”

Fiona shrugged. “I just did. I thought of myself as you, and when I found myself in this body, I thought of it as ‘Fiona’s’ body, not… you know, mine.”

“And what did you do in your dream?”

“I walked her - my - body in front of the mirror over there and tried to pose,” she said, gesturing towards the mirror behind her. “But because I wasn’t me, I didn’t really know how to do it very well. And I was kind of tired anyway, so I went to bed and after a while the dream kind of ended.”

I didn’t say anything at first, choosing instead to let my gaze wander along the ceiling while I considered the implications of what she had …