Chapter 2
When I awoke next, I was not at home, not even close.
I was dry and in a vase of clay, much smaller than my full form.
The surroundings proved to unnerve me further.
I was planted in a vase, on a wooden shelf, in a house of glass…
There were many vases of saplings on this shelf and many flouring plants growing from the floor, that I immediately lept to before searching for an escape route.
The only wood on the walls was the shelf I had just left so my only option was to break free, something I would later conclude to be impossible.
The thorns of my scything front paws whistled as they cut through the plants and air before clanking and cracking on the glass, undamaged by my attacks, unlike my thorns.
Attempts to dig my way out only shattered my thorns and left me trapped, trapped and hungry so, I at the plants that grew in here, all of them and laid down to rest and conserve my strength.