metamorphosis

i didn't know the alarm was ringing. it was. blaring through the quiet room as if id touched a nerve.

rrrrrrrrrrrring

rrrrrrrrrrrring

but i didnt. for i was fast asleep on the couch dreaming of now impossible dreams possibly reminiscing or simply chiding.

it was late. it wasnt raining but the sun was down, and i realized i was late.

somehow it seemed all wrong. like scaly skin and vertical iris. furry no doubt. it was definitely wrong. i washed my face and brushed my teeth. and sat myself down on the couch and stared into the cobwebs. for recollection before work.

it was all wrong.

perhaps. while i was asleep all my cells had died and i was now clad in new ones. tender uncomfortable new cells.

i hate metamorphosis.