I am in the White House gym running on the treadmill at the moment I awake from my dizzying hallucination. My heart monitor says I'm currently at my optimal heartrate, so I decide to finish my workout. I take a shower, change out of my sweaty exercise clothes, and back into my casual office attire. I look myself over in the mirror, and catch myself frowning at my pointy ears again. Stop that, I tell myself. They're fine. I leave the gym trying to project an air of presidential confidence. Deep down I know I'm a fairly good looking guy