The first thing Abigail noticed, when she awoke, was that something seemed different somehow. She wasn't quite sure what it was. The sounds of the animals outside seemed much more vivid that usual, as did the scents of the crisp morning air. She realized she had much more energy than she usually did in the mornings, almost as though she could run circles around the fields for hours! She was maybe just a little too warm under her sheets, but opening her mouth to let the cool air in brought a wondrous sensation into her lungs and onto her tongue. Abigail soon found herself taking quick, deep, panting breaths with her tongue hanging out, even drooling a little in her excitement.
"Today is going to be a very good day," she thought in the midst of her profound comfort.
"Oh, well, first, it's time to start my morning routine!"
She hopped up from her bed and made her way to the bathroom with something of a skip in her step. Glancing for no particular reason at the toilet, she stopped her panting and looked at it longingly. She had not noticed, until just that moment, how thirsty she was. And the large ceramic bowl was nearly full of clear water. Oh, so much water! And it was all ... right ... there ......
Before even pausing to consider what she might be doing, Abigail found that her head was in the bowel and she was chugging down water like a weary traveler at a desert oasis. And then she reminded herself that this oasis was a toilet.
"What? EW!! Why did I DO that?!" she exclaimed, yanking herself back and sitting down roughly on the tile floor. She wiped her mouth with her forearm, blushing as the liquid yet dripped down from her cold-soaked chin. She shook her head a few times and tried to snap out of it.
"I must still be too groggy to think straight," she decided, unable to think of any better reason why she would do such a thing. "It is odd, though, I don't really feel any more tired than usual." (Quite the opposite, in fact.)
Abby returned her attention to the large, luxurious shower and turned on the water. Her thirst admittedly quenched, she stepped in gracefully and began to clean herself as was her habit. As she was rinsing the soap from her form, she noticed something that, on closer inspection, confused her.
"What's with my body hair this morning?" she thought. There was more of it than usual, almost making her look almost masculine in places. Moreover, it was surprisingly long, she noticed, tugging curiously at a strand. Even stranger, much of it was very dark, while the rest of it was very light, even though she was brunette! The hair was whitest on her arms, her chest and her feet. It was pitch black on her legs. Craning her neck around as best she could, it looked like her back was probably pretty hairy too, and the hair was likely mostly black.
"I can't believe it's already time to shave again, and I'm not sure I can handle this much shaving!" she thought. Oh well, that was a task for later. She had morning chores to take care of and would need to clean herself again much more thoroughly after those were done anyway. Turning off the water, she stood for a second, feeling the urge to flail around for some reason. She shook herself very hard and very fast and felt the water fling from her body! Nevertheless, she was still fairly damp when it was over, and wrapped herself in a towel before stepping out.
"This is going to be a strange day," she couldn't help but think. Fortunately, nothing felt too wrong, just very, very odd in ways that didn't seem connected to each other. At least not yet, anyway.