Semi-Daily Scribbles

Jeri leaves the same note, more or less, peeking out from under the base of the lamp on the nightstand. More often than not, there is a lamp and a nightstand. The rest of the details are up for grabs. Oh, and she's always a woman, but Jeri figures that could change one of these mornings. It's not like she has a handbook on how this whole thing's supposed to work. Jeri goes with the flow. There's really nothing else that can be done. The notes she leaves behind go something like:

Hello,

In the bottom drawer of this nightstand, under the polka dot gift wrap, is the daily log I've kept during my stay. I know that sounds odd, but I've been a visitor in your house these last five days. From past experience, I'm a new person every five days. I don't know what it is about five days, but then I don't know why I hop around like I do. It's exhausting, really, and I pray at some point all is revealed. I have given thought to the reveal possibly being worse than all this body swapping, but I cling to the hope that I'll find my answers. This is why I've left a record. It may make more sense to me if I ever come back. So far, I keep ending up with different families. I hope I haven't done anything out of the ordinary to frighten you. It's difficult being the person you believed me to be. I did enjoy my time with all of you, and learned a lot in the process.

Warmest Regards,

Jeri Linelle Buckland