Not What it Was

It was a day like any other. I fed the dog. I brushed my teeth. I read. I watered my plants. There was a small beetle crawling around on the leaves of one of my plants. I noticed it was eating the plant, so I squashed the beetle with my finger. 
Then when I woke up the next day I was alone and sad. I felt small. I tried to remember what had happened the night before, but nothing came to mind. It was all a blur. 
I felt my arms attached to something, gripping on for life. All I saw was the color green, around me. I stayed like this for a while.
A drop of water fell and I saw my reflection in it.
I had become a beetle.
I took a bite of the leaf.
I knew what came next. 
It slowly came down from above me.
I tried to stay calm, but I could feel it crush my body.
I gave in. 
I let go.
Suddenly I woke up as a human again, resting my finger on the leaf of the plant. I realized what I had done. 
I cried.
Category:Animals
Category:Micropasta
Category:Ghosts