As I walked up to my cubicle, I saw it had already been filled with someone else. At first I questioned if it was really my space. I looked at the shiny black name plate, definitely my name. I took a quick glance at the cubical walls with the photos of my family, definitely my family. And then finally I glanced at the person occupying the desk, the man looked exactly like me, even down to our clothes. Almost as if we were twins. As I crept closer to the man at my desk, I asked who he was. He said we shared the same name. It was almost as if I had switched bodies with someone without knowing. This made me question who I was, and who he was supposed to be.