[ WP ] Every day you wake up in a universe identical to our own , except for one change from our universe

October 13th. 7:30 a.m. I wake up and everything seems normal. It's almost become a sort of game. Spot the difference. It's usually subtle but after I notice it I realize that it's sort of obvious. I go downstairs to see my wife at the stove cooking breakfast. She turns and passes me a mug of coffee. `` Good morning babe,'' she says with her cute smile. I look down at the coffee and that it's bright pink. I take a sip. Tastes the same. 
 Found the difference of the day. 
 
 October 14th. 7:30 a.m. 
 Right before my alarm goes off I hear an unfamiliar voice. `` I got ta pee man, mind letting me out?'' I sit upright too fast and get dizzy, only to look at the foot of the bed to see my German Shepherd sitting there with his leash in his mouth. `` Morning Duke.'' `` Morning Jay! What's for breakfast?'' he asks as I get my slippers on to take him outside. 
 Found the difference. 
 
 October 15th. 7:30 a.m. 
 Alarm wakes me up. Same old, same old. Talking dog. Pink coffee. If you could n't tell at this point, I wake up every morning in a different universe. Every day there is a slight difference from the previous one. I sometimes wonder how long before nothing's the same as it once was. I used to try to tell people what was happening but I just ended up in therapy. Eventually there was a universe where my therapist was in a rock band instead. 
 This morning I do n't notice anything strange. I go off to work after saying good by to my wife and dog. I make my way up to the front door of the huge 30 story building. The secretary at the front desk is just ahead of me. What's her name, Carol? Chrissy? `` Good morning Mr. Allen! I love the suit! Is it new?'' She holds the door open for me. I have never spoken a word to her in my life except the customary morning greeting. `` Good morning! And yeah, it is! Thanks for noticing,'' I respond still fairly groggy. This coffee needs to kick in soon. As I'm walking through the front I get quite a few `` Good mornings'' and other various greetings I'm still too tired to notice. I act nice and say hi back, but honestly I have no idea what the hell I did to make everyone in this universe like me so much. 
 As I'm walking past the board that has everyone's names, floors, and room numbers I notice something is different. I look to the top and see `` Floor 30. Room 3008. Jason D. Allen. CEO'' 
 *Now this difference... This is something I could get used to. *
