Room 214 [evening]
Pam really should have figured.
She'd been in Fandom a year. She'd been five, she'd been a topheavy lifeguard, and she'd thought she was a dog.
Only a matter of time before it became more than just a mental state.
Which is why Pam really shouldn't have been surprised when, after she woke up from an afternoon nap (the night before had been kind of tiring), she was suddenly a lot smaller and furrier.
Where a Pam had laid down, there was now a King Charles Cavalier Spaniel (not that Pam knew what breed she was -- just that she was teeny and pretty sure she had ears that looked like her hair.)
Being a puppy, Pam's attention span had her chasing a speck of dust for a few minutes before she realized she ought to go find someone...not a puppy.
She pawed the door open (thank goodness she was stupid enough to leave it cracked) and went padding out in search of Jim.
[establishy]
She'd been in Fandom a year. She'd been five, she'd been a topheavy lifeguard, and she'd thought she was a dog.
Only a matter of time before it became more than just a mental state.
Which is why Pam really shouldn't have been surprised when, after she woke up from an afternoon nap (the night before had been kind of tiring), she was suddenly a lot smaller and furrier.
Where a Pam had laid down, there was now a King Charles Cavalier Spaniel (not that Pam knew what breed she was -- just that she was teeny and pretty sure she had ears that looked like her hair.)
Being a puppy, Pam's attention span had her chasing a speck of dust for a few minutes before she realized she ought to go find someone...not a puppy.
She pawed the door open (thank goodness she was stupid enough to leave it cracked) and went padding out in search of Jim.
[establishy]