[ WP ] Every time you wake up you are someone different .

The alarm clock went off. Time to get started. I hopped off of the mattress that was laying on the floor of a dusty old apartment. Quickly, I searched around for a wallet. Looking down I confirmed that today I was indeed a male. Good, that's what I was used to. 
 
 My name is Thomas, and since I was 15 years old, I have gone to sleep and awoken as a different person. I do n't know what happens to the people's souls for the day that I am in their body... maybe they are me for a day. Old me. Thomas. The'me' that I have n't been in 10 long years. 
 
 Found the wallet. Gregory Sampson was the name on the ID. Awesome. Where does Greg work? I found a newspaper with circled job offers in it. One of them circled in red ink as opposed to black like the others. Greg's body was tired and weak, but my soul remained strong. For the last four years I had tried to improve my hosts' lives for the day that I occupied their bodies. After about three years I had debated suicide to end this ordeal, but to steal someone's life? I could n't bring myself to do such a thing, so I continued on. 
 
 The circled job offer was at 10 am, I was running out of time. Rushing to find Greg's closet I picked up on many aspects of his life. Nice, old golf clubs, a large TV, fairly expensive appliances. Greg was either a former wealthy man or had terrible priorities. I found his closet and quickly threw on the best suit he had. There were many, maybe he really had been wealthy and lost his home. Reduced to this dump. 
 
 A quick shower, a decent amount of his cheap cologne and I was off to find this place that Greg wanted to work at so badly. I could feel the pressure mounting. I obviously did n't know Greg, but I wanted to do the best I could at making sure his life would continue as normal or better than before I came along. 
 
 Finally I arrived at the building; an expensive looking place. Stayed patiently in the waiting room and was called in after about ten minutes. I opened the door to the office and there she sat behind her desk. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I stopped a bit, all confidence I had; gone. I was suddenly nervous and unsure of myself. A deep breath. 
 
 `` Mr. Sampson'' She said with a smile. `` Please, have a seat.'' 
 `` Thank you.'' I said as I took the chair on the opposite side of the desk. I extended my hand `` Well, a-as you know I am Gregory, you can call me Greg'' 
 `` Yes, you told me that yesterday on the phone.'' 
 *shit* `` Oh, yes, sorry I forgot.'' 
 
 She laughed a beautiful laugh. `` That's alright, and as you know I am Ms. Wever but you can call me Sarah.'' She shook my hand and winked. mischievously. With that my heart-rate skyrocketed. 
 `` So shall we get down to business?'' I asked. 
 `` Of course.'' She turned her bright blue eyes to her computer screen while clearing a few strands of dirty blonde hair out of her eyes. I watched her every move, like I was studying her for a research project. I wanted to know her, the *real* her. What was Sarah like when she was alone, what was she like around someone she loved and trusted? My mind drifted to the obvious thought of what she looked like naked. Not in a perverted fashion, but in a caring and loving one. I had inhabited enough female bodies that I had become accustom to them, they were no longer interesting for me... but she was different. 
 
 `` You're credentials are very impressive Greg. Tell me, why do you think you deserve this position. 
 
 The interview went smoothly. I got her to laugh quite often. She even slapped my hand in a playful manner across the desk while laughing after I cracked a somewhat inappropriate joke. I was n't nervous anymore, not in the least bit. 
 
 On the way back to Greg's apartment, his phone rang. 
 `` Hello?'' 
 `` Greg?'' 
 `` Ms. Wev- Sarah!'' 
 `` You've got the position Greg, can you start Monday?'' 
 `` Of course... of course I can!'' 
 `` Very well, congratulations, I look forward to working with you.'' 
 `` Likewise.'' I hung up and blasted the radio in Greg's car. I was in heaven. 
 
 Then, I remembered. This was not my life. I would never see Sarah again, and when Greg came in to work on Monday, he would n't be the same person. He would be Greg, not Thomas. I turned the radio off and drove back the rest of the way in silence. 
 
 Upon arriving at his apartment, I quickly ran inside and got to work. I found a pad and paper and began to recite every little detail of the meeting on the paper. After I finished leaving every tip I could think of I left him this one last message. 
 
 *My name is Thomas, and my soul has been drifting to a different person somewhere in the world every day for the last 10 years. Perhaps I'll see you again, as a friend of yours, a relative, even Sarah. While it is unlikely, if I do see you, I'll let you know that it is me; Thomas. Good luck in life, and good luck with Sarah if you choose to pursue her. I would die to be you for the rest of my life. It's simple, I'm in love, but as soon as I wake from my next sleep, I will be someone else. Fair well, Gregory Sampson* 
 
 It was similar to every other message I left people, but I had never connected with anyone while parading around in someone else's body. I forced myself to go to sleep even though it was only about 1:30 pm. 
 
 
 I woke up to the sound of sirens and gunfire *Here we go*
