[ WP ] One day there is a knock at the door , opening you find yourself face to face with your exact double . They tell you that because you have n't managed to achieve it , they are here to replace you and get things back on track .

`` Wait, what? I'm being replaced? What the hell happens to me then?'' 
 
 My double rolled his eyes. `` Whatever the hell you want,'' he said, pushing me aside as he walked in. 
 
 It all started to sink in. `` You mean I can just sit around and play video games all day?'' I asked, starting to feel very excited. `` This is like a dream come true.'' 
 
 `` Clearly,'' he said, looking around my apartment. Empty pizza boxes and bottles littered the room. `` Looks like you're living it already.'' 
 
 I frowned. `` But I still have to work,'' I said, pointing at my suit laying crumpled on the floor, `` and I hate what I do.'' 
 
 He nodded, and started rummaging around. `` Yep, you really do. Shame you're totally being forced to.'' He found a large plastic bag, and began methodically filling it with all the empty bottles. 
 
 `` Not like you can just get a different job or anything.'' 
 
 `` Yea!'' I said, then thought for a bit. Was he being facetious? 
 
 `` Not like you could finally admit that your apathy is really just a mixture of laziness and self-loathing, right? Not like you could make gradual steps to being happy again, right?'' 
 
 He threw the bag full of bottles into the corner with a crash. 
 
 `` Not like you could just make a goddamn effort to improve your life, *right? *'' 
 
 I stared at him, then the ground. I wanted to say something, but what could I? 
 
 He thrust open the curtains, illuminating the room. It was already looking different - not the awful, dreary place it had been before. It had only taken him a few minutes. 
 
 He turned back to me. `` Do n't worry, you can sit down and drink and play games. I'll get things back on track.'' 
 
 I sat down heavily on the couch, watching him work. My room, my entire living area, changed before my eyes. It was clean, almost... hopeful. 
 
 Then he grabbed a pen and paper, and started writing out a'To-Do' list. Everything on the list looked like small, easily achievable goals. 
 
 I began to feel uneasy; guilty even. `` Are you sure you do n't want help with anything?'' I asked, reaching out towards him. 
 
 `` It's fine,'' he said, waving me away, `` this is all super hard, remember?'' 
 
 I sat down again, watching myself make steps towards living a better life. In half an hour my double had already done more than I had all year. 
 
 ********** 
 
 I woke up. My apartment was dirty, dark. Like it had always been. 
 
 I stared at the mess. 
 
 Then I started looking for a plastic bag.
