The familiar blaring of her alarm startled Poppy awake at 3:30 that morning. She stretched, and slapped the off button before sitting up.Yawning, Poppy raised her arms above her head and then froze. Arms?With a yelp of surprise, Poppy jumped out of her bed, which was still finagled into a nest of blankets, and ran to her mirror.There she was, pale, extremely messy hair, bright blue eyes, and very much a human. And very naked. Since when did she sleep naked?Everything seemed surreal.“This had to have been the world’s worst dream.” She muttered to her reflection, splashing cold water on her face before staring at her reflection again.But it had all seemed so real.She straightened up and looked around her apartment.The door was still slightly ajar, the lock broken. Her bed was a mess of blankets. And mud.And then there were the muddy paw prints on the floor, the sink, the bed.
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