You slowly drag your eyes open the next morning. What the hell happened last night? You tried to remember anything that happened recently to you, but it was all a blur to you. As you got up, you felt odd. Not sick, but odd. You disregarded it and got up an got dressed. You were hungry, so you headed to breakfast.
Downstairs, your mother greeted you with a smile.
"Morning sweetheart! I made your favorite."
She put down a bowl with your named on it on the table, filled to the top with what appeared to be dog food. You were completely weirded out, but something attracted you to the dog food, and it was clearly dog food. It smelled so good. You wanted to dive right in.
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