[ WP ] You 've been noticing subtle changes to your daily life . One day your favorite coffee mug changes color slightly , your favorite book upon reading has an entirely new ending . The list goes on until one day you 're reading the paper and see a headline `` Kim Jong Un Honored at Whitehouse ''

I started slipping about a month ago. It started on my way to work when `` Martin Luther King, Jr.'' drive changed to `` Henry L. Simmons'' highway. I did n't think much of it at the time. Then at work, my dark blue coffee mug turned to a lighter blue coffee mug and I started wondering if someone had played a joke on me. 
 
 `` You ok, man?'' My buddy Tim asked, seeing the look on my face as I examined my mug. He looked different. 
 
 `` Dye your hair?'' I asked playfully. 
 
 `` I've always been blonde,'' Tim said, his eyebrows shooting up. I told him I was joking and he seemed to accept that. As long as I've know him he's had black hair. 
 
 Then bigger things started to happen. Hillary elected? No, Donald Trump was president here. Then the next day it was Matt Walker. Then Julia Franklin. And on and on and on. It was then that I discovered I was slipping between realities within the multiverse ( my pet theory ). 
 
 When I woke up married for the first time it was a shock. Sylvia and I had met in high school and through conversations I found that I was a cheating prick. Our divorce was imminent. Then I was married to Emma and that was a much nicer marriage with two children who I pretended to adore but were strangers to me. 
 
 I had just woken up, no wife, in a hotel suite somewhere and walked to the living room where a newspaper awaited. `` Kim Jong Un Honored at Whitehouse'' the headline read. I had to read the story. Seems the Republic of North Korea was an actual republic now, open borders, trade agreements made, and he had turned the country around. 
 
 `` Sleep well, Mr. President?'' the voice asked, and I jumped in fright. I had n't noticed the Secret Service agent there and then it hit me. He was asking ME that question. 
 
 `` I guess my mom was right,'' I said to him as I took a sip of coffee. 
 
 `` What's that, sir?'' he asked smiling. 
 
 `` I guess anyone can become president,'' I winked at him and he looked confused. Hell, I'd be slipping out anyway. Let's see how it felt to lead the free world for a day.
