I had no idea, really.
The bathroom mirror showed what could only be described as a monster. Was this my own reflection? My whole body had turned into some grotesque, revolting animal, weird things grew on my head and my eyes … wet, little watery beads without that familiar glint of soul, life, or whatever you want to call it.
I had no idea what to do, so I decided to returnto my bedroom to calm down and ponder the situation. On the way back I heard the horrified screams of my family as they saw the state I was in. So I didn't hallucinate: they, too, saw my transformation, and they were appalled. I couldn't blame them.
I didn't think of myself as extremely handsome (I am quite cute, to tell the truth) – but the wobbly, watery thing I had become was just horrible. I went to my bedroom and heard the key turn in the lock right behind me. They didn't want me do get out again, at least until they'd have decided how to deal with the beast I had become, I figured. I heard their hushed voices behind the door. What would they resolve to do now? Would they get rid of me or would I be left alone, protected by my very ugliness, as nobody dared to come close to me, until, maybe, I'd be starved in my room?
With such sad thoughts I crawled back between the sheets, seeking comfort in some more sleep.
When I woke up about an hour or so later, I was back to normal. The same old Franz I was used to being, with these charming looks that (I must say) opened many a door for me in my life!
I'm happy to be me, believe me.
And don't eat too much before bedtime. It'll give you bad dreams.
|I'm happy to be me!|