I think I died.

  Not in a metaphorical way. Legit died.

  First I can’t feel my hands.

  That was the first red flag.

  The second?

  I just tried to move my legs, and they moved.

  All four.

  Then I dropped to the ground again, my heart froze.

  If I still have a heart. If this is some kind of twisted joke, I hope they tell me the cameras are rolling soon.

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  I tried calling for help.

  “Someone, help!”

  I tried getting up once again, this time slowly, I was able to use my back legs first and then my two front legs. I opened my eyes and saw a small village.

  A group of small houses, dirt paths with stones marking the way. The smell of feces on the air hitting the back of my nostrils, never in my life had I wished to not have a nose like the way I did now.

  I tried yelling for help again “Please, help me!”

  No one cared.

  They all walked past me.

  I kept screaming for help.

  One woman stop in front of me, she dropped a basket full of apples as she looked down and smiled.

  “Aren’t you the cutest puppy!”

  I blushed.

  Then her words hit.

  A PUPPY!?

  “I’m no fucking puppy you bitch, put me down!!!” I yelled as her arm reached around me, holding me up and putting me near her chest.

  Her hand reached underneath my belly, and I felt as my fur started to move around with her nails scratching the perfect spot.

  I felt my back leg starting to move uncontrollably.

  I’m a fucking dog.

  I’ve been reincarnated into a dog.