It was a slow morning. The sheets stuck to me like glue as I
tossed and turn. I wanted to get up but every ounce of my body wanted to lay
there in the sheet-like-cocoon. I got the feeling of metamorphosis, as if I was
a giant caterpillar waiting to be transformed into a butterfly. I started to
think of darkness. I thought of a terrible thought, one that scared me. Then I
imaged that today was going to be a gloomy day. I thought I should just
sleep because sleep is so good to me. So that’s just what I did, I slowly
closed my eyes and fell into a deep slumber.
In my dream I dreamt of a distance time, a time when I was
just a child. There I was, outside, so curious about life, about what’s makes
the world go round. Bugs, at a certain age they can entertain you all day, and
there I was looking at a ladybug. It was beautiful. I wanted to hold it. I
wanted to keep it forever. But when I touched it something happened. The
ladybug turned completely gray as my finger made contact with the insect,
washing the brightly vivid red away. The ladybug didn’t move. Then a light
breeze came along and the ladybug slowly faded into the wind like dust. A tear
slowly dripped down of my face as the world around me turn dark.
When I woke up it was 6 in the afternoon. I was soaked in my
own sweat, burning up from the summer heat. There was no air blowing, no wind
howling, not a sound; only heat pouring down. I felt different as if I had
changed while I was sleeping. But physically I looked the same. Inside though,
I felt different. Not like a butterfly, not like a caterpillar, but something
completely different- something that was another species. I felt poison in my
veins. I felt venomous as if my lips could kill someone with just a kiss. I
felt dangerous. I felt like I was no longer a sweet friendly caterpillar. I
feel like I am a deadly wasp ready to sting.
