You groan as sun streams in through your window, hitting your face. Your hands automatically go to your face, shielding it from the bright sun. Wait, somethings wrong. Your groggy, so it doesn't register that your palms have hair all over them, and that you smell like wet dog. And your brain is telling you....... something is wrong. That doesn't mean your going to listen. After all, your really tired.

You roll over, misjudge the length of your bed, and fall to the floor. Surprised, you yelp and let out a whimper. Still, you don't realize that that's not a normal thing to do. As you pull yourself up off the floor, you give an annoyed growl, and stumble to the bathroom.

Shutting the door behind you, you turn on the water, take a rag, and wash your face. Finally, you take a good look at yourself. Your daily pimple check takes a surprising turn. You leap back and whimper. You face is covered in hair, so is you face, palms, and only everywhere else on your body.