What if you became alive? We gave the author carte blanche to explore an unpublished short story
this theme is dear to Ovid and Kafka. They take us into his transformation.
I don’t want to work today. It was hot all day and a storm started. I feel weak lying on the sofa. My whole body is covered in sweat and I drank a whole bottle of water. However, I am not sick. It’s more of a weakness, a sluggishness. The computer is placed on my stomach, my stomach is very soft, very soft. I’m drowning in my jeans and I can’t focus on the words, they’re floating on the screen, almost as if my eyes themselves are darting back and forth. I fell asleep.
When I woke up, my children were calling me. “Mom! Mamaaan! “I wanted to open my eyes and I felt something growing on top of my head. Everything around me was dark and fluffy, like a cocoon. I crouched and crawled through a sort of slimy tunnel that warmed my stomach. The smooth surface allowed me to move forward more easily, a kind of satin ocean…
Source: Le Figaro
