[ WP ] You wake up one morning , feeling scared yet excited about the first day of work - only to find , you and your furry friend have switched bodies somehow overnight .

*'Ahh... delicious,'* I thought as I stretched my limbs slowly. I hold the stretch moaning in pleasure as my bones creak perfectly into place and my muscles pull in all the right ways. With a slow yawn I snuggle back down for an extra couple of minutes of that lovely sleepy feeling. You know, that one right when you wake up in an awesome mood, all warm and cozy? That one. 
 
 Today was the big day. First day on the job! I had gone to bed early so I could wake up refreshed and ready to go. Well, that with the added fact that for whatever reason I felt like death himself had beat me with a stick. 
 
 The night before I went to bed in some serious pain, it was probably the fajitas I made. The chicken did smell a little off. I had never felt pain quite like that though. It was a gut wrenching pain that drove me to my knees, and by the time I hit the mattress, I was out. Stupid fajitas. 
 
 I rub my eyes and stretch one more time, savoring that feeling. I finally rise up from my bed, sleep still pulling my eyelids towards the floor. I feel the dreaded call of the wild beckoning me to the bathroom. I must answer, and I make my way towards the porcelain throne room, my bladder screaming at me. 
 
 *Thunk. * 
 
 *'Huh?'* Still groggy and half asleep, I barely open my eyes. I shake my head for a moment in disbelief. 
 
 *'Oh, God,'* I think to myself. I look up at the glass pane in front of me. I reach out and touch it, just to make sure I was n't hallucinating because of the fajitas. As I reach out I see my hand, the grey fur shining over my fleshy pink fingers. 
 
 I scream bloody murder but it comes out as a weird squeak. I jump backwards onto Remy's bedding, my eyes falling upon the little rat poos and his food dish in the corning. I look around and realize that I am in his enclosure. 
 
 *'No! This ca n't be happening!'* I think to myself in a panic. All I can think to do is run circles, until I look up towards his water bottle. I make my way up the water bottle and begin to push the screen up. My little rat arms are n't strong enough to move it or the bag of food above me placed to hold it down. I slide down the bottle and look around trying to find a way out. 
 
 Suddenly, I hear a blood curdling scream from my bed room, followed by a heavy thud. I immediately run to the back of the enclosure and look out towards the hallway and my room. There, I see me running, in all my awkward glory, towards the living room. I watch as my body stops and begins to squeak and paw her face, a frenzied panic clouding her eyes. 
 
 Then I knew for sure. Somehow, Remy and I had swapped bodies. 
 
 My heart races and the crushing reality hits me: I'm not making it to work today.
