Day 3: The Bouncer
I snapped wide awake, and leaned over to take a peek at the alarm clock next to the bed.
Nine twenty-nine. Of course.
My Julie was gone, retreated into the fuzziness of my dream. I was left with the residual images of her wearing that wedding dress.
I turned onto my side and almost jumped when I found J0 lying next to me in bed. I was so caught up in my thoughts of Julie that it had slipped my mind that J0 was here under the covers as well.
I leaned on one elbow so I could see J0’s face and body better. She still hadn’t opened her eyes. It was hard to imagine that she was not Julie. It was difficult to decipher the difference between my real wife back in a different time and this perfect copy lying in front of me.
In a moment of weakness, I contemplated how much da
