As I gradually wake up, I immediately notice something is wrong. My feet...feel weird. Like they're sticky, made of pudding. Looking down, I notice my sheets are stained black around my feet.

Sylvie: W-what the...?

I quickly throw back my sheets, horrified by what's unveiled. My feet have lost their shape, transformed into a black, tar like substance. As I move my leg, I can see that there's still some structure, and the liquid seems to writhe around my stumps.

Sylvie: N-nn-n-nno, thisisnthappeningthismustbeadream. H-h-help...sob

I start to hyperventilate, sobbing, terrified of what's happening to me. Of what people might say if they found out. So I quickly put on my shoes. Surprisingly, although my balance isn't all there, the liquid fills out the socket and I'm able to stand. And then I realize; I'm a full 2 inches taller than I used to be. And I feel...stronger...My mind rocketing between panic and despair, the rest of my morning routine is a blur, taking the bus to my first lecture of the day. I have to keep the illusion of normalcy, convince myself it will all be okay. And then I see you. And I feel something I was never expecting to feel. Especially today. Love. And a slight craving to hold and have you for myself. To eat you up.

Sylvie: H-Hey, how are you today?