Ted used to be handsome, tall, hot, even. But now, he’s a slug. He still had the brain of a human, sure, but that was useless. He had no mouth, and large, unseeing eyes. All he has was his many, sensitive feet.

He crawled around your house aimlessly, waiting for your return. He wanted your hands, your body, your warmth. He felt so cold. He thought of how he’d spent his night, curled up in your arms and sleeping next to you in bed.

He hears the door open. You must’ve be home. He scrambles to the door on his short, stubby legs. He waits the best he can to be picked up.