Carl awoke this morning for my living nightmare.
For the past year he had been nothing more than just a passing in his own body.
He had been possessed by a perverted old man who had accidentally taken over him instead of his mother.
He was made to watch as amended unspeakable and horrible things to his body and his friends and family.
Despite the pounding headache and the dizziness he ran downstairs to give his mother a hug and tell her he was back.
He run into the kitchen where his mother was making breakfast.
His heart stopped when he saw his mother and saw how he was dressed.
He knew straight away the perverted old man had left his body was now in hers.
He knew there was nothing he could do for her for the next year.
What do you fancy for breakfast?