Hatred bubbled in my chest as my wife's carbon copy sat before me.

I knew absolutely nothing about her, but she was a replica of my wife. Those same kissable freckles dusted her long pointed nose, her brown eyes were even in that perpetual sleepy set, as if she was eternally in need of a nap. She even placed my plate of scrambled eggs and bacon on the table, just like her, bending down slightly as she tucked a dark ringlet behind her ear.

It was like looking at the same car model from a different buyer, but with slight differences that just didn't sit right with you.

She might have copied her every gesture and appearance to the T, but there was an undertone of condescending beneath every action, every glance she flashed me.

"Did you sleep well Dear?"She fumbles with her eggs as if she was on in an inside joke.

I fiddle with my own breakfast in our plain white tiled dining room combined kitchen.

Ice rolls down my back. When did I wake up? The whole routine of limping out of bed and my uniform just passed...Maybe I'm just out of it.

Whatever.

"Normal."I settled down.

She forks the food and brings it to the corner of her mouth for entry.

God she even chews like her.

She lets down her fork, and locks her fingers into a mini-net, with all the ease of a sprawled domesticated cat.

"Normal doesn't necessarily mean peaceful, does it?"she props her chin on her finger net.

" Isn't it too early for questions like this?"

"In another time region it isn't...So I take it you got up on the wrong side of the bed."

"So what? Maybe peace isn't the best option. Peace lets the mind wander."

If she was playing this game early in the morning( I think it's morning anyways), then I would too.

She swirls her glass of orange juice, languidly as if she hadn't listened to a word that passed my mouth.

"You sure about that?"

Then everything turned into a myriad of pink.

Dark magentas and light rosy hues engulfed my surroundings as they melted, into candle wax.