You smile at your parents as they sleep beside each other on the couch. You felt they truly had a one-of-a-kind relationship, something very special. They were high school sweethearts, and best friends through elementary school before that. During high school, and after a night of passionate love making, they became the surprised parents of you. Despite the hardships of raising a child while finishing high school, they stayed together. Your father, now 35, and your mother, 36, were celebrating 17 years of marriage, having officially become married after your birth.
In your opinion, they were great parents. You mother was so loving and caring, and eagerly helped you with homework until it got to a point a tutor was needed. Your father, was the 'cool' dad. You and him got along amazingly, almost like an older brother to kid sibling relationship. The three of your often had great family trips together, but you always felt especially close with your father. And looking through old photos, your extended family always commented that you looked like a spiting image of your dad.
The sword hung loosely in your hands. "What if we were always together..." You considered aloud. "My dad and I are practically twins born in different generations... and we both love my mom..." You paused, knowing that the last bit was not quite accurate. You loved your mom as just that, your mother. But, your dad loved her as his wife and partner. "But... my relationship would be different if... my dad and I were the same age... No. If I do this, then he won't be my dad; he'll be my brother. So... if Jason and I are the same age, then our relationship with my mother... with Lizzie would be much different. I might be able to learn to love her in that way..."
Your parents stirred, and you gulped. Gripping the sword tightly, you slice off your head, freezing time. Carefully, you hold onto your head as you walk up to your parents' frozen forms. Jason was sleeping on his back with Lizzie beside him. With high precision of a surgeon, you slice your father's neck and push it over to his right shoulder where it seemed to re-attach itself. You then place your head beside Jason's on the left. One of the only differences between you and your father was that he was right handed and you were left, but that piece of trivia only reinforced the idea that you held as a child. You and your dad, you and Jason were meant to be twins. This sword finally allowed you to made that into reality, even if it meant that you and he would be sharing more than most twins.
Your head seemed to fit snuggly, and suddenly a new sensation appeared. You could feel Jason's body, or at least the left half of it. You raised Jason's left hand, now belonging to you. However, you realized to late that you no longer felt your own body. It fell on top of all three of you before seemingly vanishing, along with the sword. In a sudden rush, reality seemed to restart...
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