...It is cold. I hunger.
I am in water, on my back, and it is dark except for the soft glows of boxes. People in white are looking at me.
It unnerves me. I do not know where I am, nor of my name, but I am thinking of a face with large teeth and green eyes. My mouth opens, and I scream an ugly sound. It pleases the strange men around me.
But that face is not me. That is not who I am.
I place my webbed hands on the surface in front of me. It does not give when I push. The men make their awkward choppy sounds and scratch their sticks on a flat plank in their hands. I see them frowning, and I begin to think that I had awoken as a failure. Because I am not the face in my mind, I am not him. His mouth is not on his stomach. He does not glow. He's much more impressive in size than I am. I am a mistake.
But mistake or not, I am still hungry...
I push again on the invisible wall and a crack forms. I can smell the air. The water leaks. I push again and I am free, and the strange men scattered shouting things I do not recognize. I look to the closest one to me.
He tasted of fear.
