ik it's probably bad but idc

Your eyelids feel so heavy. You struggle to wake up, but your body refuses to cooperate. It’s like you're wrapped in a thick, invisible blanket, pressing you down into the mattress.

When you finally manage to move, something feels… wrong.

Your arms are sluggish, fingers stiff as if they’ve fused together. You force your eyes open, but your vision is off, like you're peering through a hazy dream.

With effort, you sit up. Your limbs dangle, unnaturally long. Your once-familiar hands are now rounded, soft, more like plush paws than fingers. A sluggish panic grips you as you try to stand, only to feel a weight dragging behind you. You glance over your shoulder—

A long, floppy cat tail sways gently behind you.

Your breath catches. No, no, no—this isn’t right.

A yawn forces its way out, deeper and more drawn out than normal. You shake your head, trying to stay awake, but the longer you sit there, the heavier your body feels. Like you could just curl up and—no. You can’t. You have to fight this.

A soft voice purrs inside your mind, coaxing you. "Sleep… Don’t fight it…"

Your heart pounds. What’s happening to you?!