Something has happened.
This is not right.

It’s Monday morning and I should be in school.
I wake in my brother’s bed … and in his body too.

Something has happened.
This is not right.

I look in the mirror and see my brother,
taller, stronger, and older than me.

Something has happened.
This is not right.

I walk downstairs, thinking maybe it’s a dream,
but mom smiles and says “good morning Luke!”

Something has happened.
This is not right.

I go to my room and close my eyes,
hoping that maybe I’ll wake as myself tomorrow morning.

Something will happen.
All will be right.