So.

I was a dragon.

Yep.

My body trembled.

Ha! My body? This alien creature was supposed to be me?

Hmm. Yes. I could not say that I felt dissociative towards this hull of flesh I inhabited.

Well, maybe a little.

But it did not actually feel all that alien to me. It was not the body itself that made me feel...uncomfortable.

It was the implication.

Things like this didn't happen. Not in reality.

One does not suddenly wake up to find oneself in a body they did not know.

Only in stories.

I had been reincarnated. Oh yes, I would not even bother with the whole coma-dream-or-whatever-theorization. Denial was a stupid stage and I didn't want any part of it. And I was pretty sure those things didn't really work like that.

I didn't remember dying but I guess it must have happened.

Oh! Well, there's the anger. How impotent.

~Gwaaaaaaah!~ Yes! That scream wasn't cathartic in the least! Way too cute.

I gritted my teeth.

And I can still cry, apparently. Tears flowed and I couldn't really care that they came from weird places. Or rather, they came from too many places.

I hadn't had a bad life. Yes, I complained about certain features of my body and didn't enjoy doing the dishes but I also had a loving wife and two adorable beanbags commonly referred to as cats. I didn't have a dream job but a stable one that didn't ask too much of me and did relatively well at my hobbies. I had a small circle of friends I considered family and got along well with our neighbors.

I hadn't had a bad life.

And I cried for it.