The morning after
Opening my eyes I
stared at the ground, ten feet beneath me. Stretching, to my full six
feet four, I could feel every single muscle in my body aching, from
the shift to panther and back again. I hadn't got a clue why I had
started shifting all I knew was it had been happening more and more
frequently, so now waking totally naked and, more often than not, up
a tree was less of a surprise to me than the occasional days I woke
in an actual bed.
Rising to a crouch I
looked down, and saw fresh blood under my nails. Fear coursed through
my body as I tried to remember what had happened but, just like after
every shift, my mind was a total blank. The blood didn't seem to be
mine and all I knew was I had to get home, and get myself cleaned up,
before anybody saw me.
It took me a couple
of minutes to work out I was less than a mile from my home, so now
all I had to do was get there without being seen. Taking one last
look, to make sure there was no-one around, I dropped to the floor
and began to run.
©JSMorbius
