Soft. Oooo! It smelled like roses. I sighed and snuggled deep into the covers. I pulled my arms closer... Shit.

I sat up, mentally scolding my self for the profanity, and looked around. The bed was huge with golden posts at the four corners. It had a canopy of golden silk at the top that fell down into curtains. I made the room have a golden look to it. The room was white with a white carpet.

On my right was a wall with a dresser and a door. The wall that was facing me had doors that led somewhere that's unknown to me. The other wall had a big desk thing that had little drawers and a mirror on top and another door. It started to open. I fell back and rolled over, pretending to sleep.

"Hiya miss. Just wanted to give you your breakfast. Eggs with spinach, orange juice, toast, and a plate of bacon." I flipped over. I was hungry.

"Good! You're awake!" It was the human that recognized me. He sat the plate on the desk and started to walk out.

"W-wait! Come back!" I pleaded. He came back in. A bit quick really.

"Um, can you help me out?" I asked gingerly. He strode over and opened the golden curtains and tied them to the post. I flipped off the covers and set the weird flat things at the top of my hind legs on the ground.

I was suddenly struck with curiosity.

"Hey, what are these called?" I asked him.

"Feet!" He said once he was done fixing the curtains.

"Feet. And what are these?" I put up the other flat things on my 'arms'.

"Hands! May I?" He took one of my hands and pulled me up. I wobbled a bit as he led me to the desk. I sat down on the chair quickly.

I looked at the food. There was forks and knives and spoons, but I didn't know how to pick them up. The boy (I have concluded he was male) saw my frustration. He picked up the fork and placed it my hand. He then guided my hand until I had food on the fork and was putting it in my mouth. The flavor burst out in waves as I swallowed. I carefully took another bite. Mmmmmmm. I quickly (but carefully) finished the eggs. I tried on my own to take the cup with one hand, but I ended up having to clamp it with both. I quickly downed the orange juice. Then I started on the bacon. I sniffed it. I felt a surge of sadness but desire.

"What is this made out of." I said to the guy in a small voice.

"Umm. Pig..." He replied. I looked at him. He nodded his head.

"Try it! You'll like it!"

I took a small bite. I didn't want to be rude.

Even though it was an animal,

It. Was. Good.