Jogged (Part 1)

Every morning on Henry’s jog, he’d pass a woman. He’d smile and her, and she’d smile back. It was not only the best part of his jog, but often the best part of his day. They never spoke a word, but it was a pleasant non-verbal exchange. On one morning, he didn’t see her. It was a let down. The next day when he saw her again, he decided to break the silence and open his mouth. As she passed him and the two exchanged smiles, he said hello. As the word spilled forth, he soon felt woozy. Something felt wrong as if he had lost body mass. As he looked over, he saw his own body, and then he looked down. He had switched bodies with the woman!