Heavy sleeper

You awake and slowly open your eyes, which focus on the clock on your bed side table. It says 2 pm. You slept almost a day. You groan, trying to turn over, and become aware that you still feel bloated. You still feel tired and groggy, but you have to fight it, else you may fall asleep again, and pull yourself from bed, yawning as you head to the bathroom to relieve yourself. The house is silent, Fred and Albert must be out. You walk into the bathroom, and stop as you see an unfamiliar person standing before you. Gasping and stepping back, the stranger does too, and then you suddenly realize it's the mirror. But...

The image in the mirror is... fatter. Rounder cheeks, round body, someone who had been to the buffet table a few too many times. Not obese, but, definitely overweight. You look down and feel just to make sure, feeling the layer of flab. You haven't let yourself go that much. Have you. You let out another belch. You need to go to a doctor and get checked out, you still feel bloated, and you are looking like that too.

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