A Day in the Life -- Morrigan

We had gotten in a fight last night, Yomi and I. Yomi thought it would be a good idea for me to be in control for a day to see what it was like and to know [how] her schedule worked. "Better now when we are in control of the situation rather than wait until we have no choice." That was her idea. I wasn't so sure about this. Sure, I had made mention of possibly talking to Roberta, but I didn't think Yomi would actually let me do it.

I apparently lost the fight since I was the one to wake up this morning. Yomi has been absent for the most part, unless I needed her knowledge about people and places.

Attending Physics class reminded me of my GED classes... Highly unpleasant with a condescending teacher.

Yomi's art class... She had told me that the prof knew about us and would allow us to use the studio as a safe place, but I didn't believe. I was told they were still critiquing midterms and I wouldn't have to participate. They were all working on drawings when I walked in. When I spoke with Yomi's teacher, he seemed to understand that I wasn't Yomi and he allowed me to stay even though I wasn't working; I didn't want to have to interact with Yomi's family any more than I had to. So I stayed and took a nap, leaving when people were putting away their things. The professor said to tell Yomi "hi".

Then I drove back to Yomi's house, fulling expecting and hoping for the place to be empty. No such luck, but Yomi is a simple person to impersonate... It was like I have done this many times before.

Counseling was much different than I am used to. My old counselor, Kimberly, allowed me to discuss whatever I wanted really. However, Roberta led the conversation and asked poignant questions; I see why Yomi likes her.

And now I write, trying to appear to those in the house like I am Yomi, a boring task.

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A note from Yomi:

Morrigan and I have discussed what she meant by "It was like I have done this many times before." It seems that she can vaguely remember coming out in my stead and acting like me before this time. This is not unusual from what I've been told of MPD cases, rather, it seems to be expected.