In Exchange

I woke up scratching my face with claws, chasing butterflies and pooping in a box. I didn’t find it odd that I suddenly craved meat and nothing but. I wanted prey. I want to play. I grew tired of naps. Then I grew tired of fighting them. I grew ears. And I licked, licked, licked.

Furball. Cramp.

Coughcoughcoughcough.

Then I sleptandsnoozed.

Then 24 hours later, I was human again.

No more fur. No more meat. Back to the gym. Back to the daylight hours. Eating mice was not acceptable. Not that I had eaten one. But I thought about it.

I wondered if Petunia had fun at my job. What happened that day? Did she sleep with my secretary? Curled up, warm and soft and safe.

I haven’t seen her in three days.

I hope she’s okay.

And disease-free.

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