I peek over the hedge to my property. And see myself. At the front door. Taking my house keys from my pocket. Unlock. I reach for the handle, but Marie opens first from inside. My wife. Me. What the hell? I slump to the pavement. Dizzy. Fascinated. Curious. Confused. I raise myself up and peek over the hedge again. There I am, kissing my wife hi after a day’s work. But how? I am here. An imposter. Him or me? My wife and I enter the house, close the door. I slump to the pavement again. I hold my sweaty palms to my head. Think, think, think. How did I get here? Blank. Okay, what’s the last thing I remember? Lightning in my brain illuminating fragments of memory. A car. My car. No. Not my car. Whose car? I don’t know. Smells like perfume. A woman’s car? Which woman? Sniff deeper. Think. Remember? Familiar. Lightning. Slam! The front door. My front door. I peek over the hedge again. There’s me heading to my car. I get in, start it, drive away. I get up and head through my front gate, up the path, to my front door. I knock. I’m going to find out what the hell is going on here.