My eyelids peeled open ever so slightly and never in my life had the view been so profound. Lying in bed, reality looked like a Hollywood movie and everything around me was clear and in sight. Without getting up, my neck snapped to the right. Outside in the distance, I could hear a young boy walking the sidewalks, rock music blasting in his ears, waking me from my slumber. Yet, it was only 4 am and I was fully awake. I go to throw the blanket off my unnaturally warm body and find myself struggling. I look down with my refreshed eyes to see not a hand, but four black pads and long opaque nails all surrounded in short, tan fur. Where are my hands and most importantly, where are my thumbs? Startled, I peer down at my entire body, which was not
