When the clock strikes midnight, everyone I see trades lives with me.

You wake up to the sound of your clock radio blaring next to you in bed. You groggily reach over to turn it off.<br><br>“Congratulations, you made it through another year,” says the voice on the radio. “And now, for the next 60 seconds, you will trade lives with someone you know, or someone you see.”<br><br>You hadn’t even realized it was new years. You’d been so out of it lately. The drug and drinking binges had consumed you, and it seemed like only days ago you were listening to this same voice and it was last year.<br><br>You look around. You’re in a bright room that you’ve never seen before. A woman is sleeping in bed. You can see her through the transparent brown cloth of the canopy. She’s lying on her stomach, legs spread wide, her bare ass bobbing slightly as she breathes.