So.

  I was a dragon.

  Yep.

  My body trembled.

  Ha! My body? This alien creature was supposed to be me?

  Hmm. Yes. I could not say that I felt dissociative towards this hull of flesh I inhabited.

  Well, maybe a little.

  But it did not actually feel all that alien to me. It was not the body itself that made me feel...uncomfortable.

  It was the implication.

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  Things like this didn't happen. Not in reality.

  One does not suddenly wake up to find oneself in a body they did not know.

  Only in stories.

  I had been reincarnated. Oh yes, I would not even bother with the whole coma-dream-or-whatever-theorization. Denial was a stupid stage and I didn't want any part of it. And I was pretty sure those things didn't really work like that.

  I didn't remember dying but I guess it must have happened.

  Oh! Well, there's the anger. How impotent.

  ~Gwaaaaaaah!~ Yes! That scream wasn't cathartic in the least! Way too cute.

  I gritted my teeth.

  And I can still cry, apparently. Tears flowed and I couldn't really care that they came from weird places. Or rather, they came from too many places.

  I hadn't had a bad life. Yes, I complained about certain features of my body and didn't enjoy doing the dishes but I also had a loving wife and two adorable beanbags commonly referred to as cats. I didn't have a dream job but a stable one that didn't ask too much of me and did relatively well at my hobbies. I had a small circle of friends I considered family and got along well with our neighbors.

  I hadn't had a bad life.

  And I cried for it.