What?! Why is everything so big?
Instinctively, I rushed in front of the mirror and screamed. Ah! I’m a cat! How did that happen? I must be dreaming. I attempted to slap myself awake but I couldn’t, I only have paws now.
“Oh Katy!” A shrilly voice sang. I immediately ran to the voice. Mother? I looked up. I am definitely dreaming. Mother isn’t this kind of person. She stooped down and picked me up. “Oh Katy, you better wake up before the kids do.”
“Honey, you better wake up.”
I groaned and it’s not until my husband shook me that I realized. I’m dreaming.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.