The first thing you notice when you slowly wake up isn't how your big sister Ashley looks half frightened half fascinated through the open door at you. Neither is it Cameron the cute vet in her twenties who moved next door just a couple of weeks ago and is now standing in front of your crashed bed. It's the smells. A myriad of smells that quickly get categorized - almost automatically - by your brain. The smell of your bedsheets, damp and slightly unpleasant, the artificial fibers of your carpet, the paint and wood of your furniture.
But what stands out and lets you dart your tongue eagerly in and out while slowly moving your head into its direction is the tantalaizing aroma coming in waves from the two females near you. Enticing, mouth watering, smelling oh so tasty.
The thought shocks you into full awareness and as you realize that you aren't dreaming - or it is one that feels damn real - and that you'r still in the body of a huge snake you start to panic again. You trash uncontrolled on your broken bed. Your sister and the vet jump back and start to retreat with panic in their eyes.
You try to shout for help and that it is just you, Jake, not a giant snake. This is when you realize that you are unable to talk only to hiss unintelligibly - something that really doesn't help to calm yourself down - or them.
While you are occupied with your own thoughts, you only register part of what your sister and Cameron talk through the now closed door: What to do? Where is Jake? If Ashley should call your mum who's on a business trip for two weeks. Should they call the police or someone more experienced than Cameron with handling huge snakes?
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