The constant tugging feeling in my chest woke me up. It was much stronger now, and the emotions were so vivid that they felt like mine. The only thing that separated them from mine was that I was sure I was only confused. Yet, there were also sensations of rage, worry, and possessiveness.
I opened my eyes and was shocked to see the room looked so sharp and detailed. I could see the grains and the brush strokes of the paint used to create the wallpaper. I could see the specks of dust on the brass light fixture. It was like my eyesight had significantly improved.
But why did I feel like I wasn't in my own body? I felt like I was looking through the eyes of someone else. I tried moving my arms but found out I couldn't do so. Then I looked down and yelped.
I didn't have arms. I have paws!
