Angela woke up feeling warm and cozy. It was oddly bright, though and she seemed to be lying on something hard. Slowly opening her eyes, she realized she was staring at the office ceiling. Immediately, she stood up and found that she couldn't stand on her own two feet. Mainly because she didn't have feet. She had paws. Light blond paws.
Stretching them out in front of her, she examined them with wide eyes. As she checked the rest of her body, she finally realized the truth: Overnight, she had become a cat.
Yes! She grinned a sly, cat smile. Finally! Closing her eyes, she muttered a prayer of thanks that this day had, at long last, come.
Suddenly, she heard a series of low mewls. Angela, what are you doing? Turning to the direction of the 'voice', she saw a tan cat with coffee-colored markings and stripes going down its back. It had dark brown eyes, which she only stared into with shock and confusion.
Angela? He mewled again.
Oscar? She asked hesitantly. It couldn't be. And yet, he was sitting on Oscar's desk. And she was sitting on her desk. Wait a second, does that mean . . . She looked through the glass divider at Kevin's desk. Kevin?
A hairless pink cat stared back at her, smiling. Hi, Angela. She jumped back in surprise, nearly falling off the desk. His face clouded with confusion. Why so shocked?
Yeah, Angela, Oscar agreed. Why so jumpy today?
She just stared back at them. I'm going to go get some water.
Leaping down from the desk, she walked towards the kitchen, which seemed a lot further away than normal. In fact, proportionally, everything seemed different, which was to be expected, she guessed. Looking up, she saw all of her coworkers, sitting on top of their desks, tails swaying back and forth, unaware that anything might be wrong. A cat with dark red fur, whose tail swung haphazardly, sat on Meredith's desk. A cat with incredibly gray-white fur that stuck out on its ends sat on Creed's desk. As she got closer to the kitchen, she started to wonder if she'd even be able to get inside, but, luckily, someone had left the door open. Sliding her way in, and secretly loving her new figure, she tried to hop up onto the counter. Failing that, she settled for jumping onto the table. As she took a moment to collect her thoughts, someone else slipped in. Everything was blissfully quiet as she tried to calm herself. Suddenly, she heard a low growl from below. Peering over the edge of the table, she saw a sandy brown colored dog staring up at her. Upon further inspection, she realized he was a hunting dog.
Angela? He asked in a shockingly familiar voice. She smiled and hopped down into one of the chairs.
Somehow, I knew it was you, she purred. Dwight looked up at her and cocked his head.
You're not mad that I'm . . . different? He ducked his head and she grinned.
Of course not. Silently, she thanked her lucky stars. I've become a cat? she thought. And Dwight's become humble? This is my favorite day. Her smile fell a bit. And yet, it can't be real.
As soon as she thought it, the image in front of her became distorted until it faded into black. Opening her eyes, she stared at the ceiling of her bedroom, cursing at herself.
Every time I have that dream, I ruin it! Stupid! Sighing, she rolled over and went back to sleep, in an attempt to will herself back into her own personal wonderland.