I was living a dream.
I was free to roam and do as I pleased in the whole different world. A world where the grass was taller than I, a world where I was slimy and green, where I had to hide from herons and foxes you might think it was a world below. But not for me…it's a world of freedom. My worries were washed with the water…each dive was a baptism to me. There was nothing left behind that I envied, I thought.
I'm not sure how much time actually had passed.
I believe however that it wasn't more than three days…three days and three nights that I spent swimming in the cold but warming waters of the pond, leaping from rock to pebble and trying new exotic delicacies that I could prey upon.
During those three days, I appreciated my freedom and the life I always secretly wished for - a wish based on a primitive fetish I couldn't by any means explain. But at some point, squatting on the rock that stood in the middle of the pond as a fortress, I realized that no longer I remembered my human life. I know I had had one, I know I had had important people…I know I used to sit down to read stories on CYOC but I didn't remember who those people were, or how I even looked.
It was, however the preoccupation that alerted me.
I was fearing to become a frog in my full essence. I feared I would lose my humanity. But that was all I ever wanted. This was what I had dreamt of. I felt so comfortable, so much more than I ever felt yet…something was not right inside of me.
I had to choose…fight back or embrace it.