working on story for furry foray festival. let's see if it turns into something.

For the first five minutes, Berry’s morning was very normal.

It started with a yawn, a yawn she yawned while groggily dragging her head on the way to the shower. The water was a tad above lukewarm, just the way she liked it. She brushed her teeth until they were a hello-world-look-at-me shine, then went downstairs to prepare breakfast.

She boiled oatmeal and fried an egg. She tossed several seasonings on top, ensuring mom’s recipe was just right. Placing the two steaming bowls of energy on the counter, she prepared a health shake, consisting of all her favorite fruits and veggies. Blended, she took a sip and found that it was sweet to the nip.

Sitting in her recliner with her breakfast on an end-side table, she flicked on the TV to some cartoons. Spooning the delectable, mooshy oats before her mouth, a sudden thought occurred. A thought that hadn’t occurred to her that it should occur whatsoever.

That thought that occurred was…

“Wait… I thought I was homeless!”

Walking outside, Berry realized she was no longer in the city. In place of the towering Manehatten landscape, were lush green trees, acloved for miles into a semi-circle. The sun, a beautiful pink hue, slowly raising above the horizon. Berry scratched her head. In place of her sleep-puddle, was a bed. In place of the broken rain-gutter she always washed under was a shower. Instead of two sawhorses with a plyboard over them and a can of anchovies three-years-expired, she had a full-on kitchen.

“Fuck, either I was roofied, or I died.”