Creative Writing: Frances Beebe's Things Fall Apart

Frances Beebe woke up to find himself as a bear. As he sluggishly rolled off his bed, he was standing on all fours. “I can’t believe this is happening.” He thought to himself, “this is probably just a horrible dream. I just need my morning coffee.” He attempted to open the door handle, but my limbs, weren’t there. “This is no use, I must think of another way through.” He bolted towards the door, breaking through the wood. He made his way into the kitchen. He was greeted by his wife. “Good morning sweetie, how was sleep last night?”
“Horrible, I kept tossing and turning. Couldn’t sleep one bit.”
“How come?”
“I don’t know… I feel like I’m whole another person or animal…”
“Well, I made you your favorite breakfast, sunny side eggs just the way
you like it.”
As he was staring blankly at his food, he couldn’t bring himself to consume his meal. For some odd reason, he lost his appetite for his favorite meal. It almost disgusts him. “I’m not hungry. I’ll just have coffee.”
“Honey, you just spilled the coffee all over the floor!” exclaimed the wife.
Frances looked down, and saw coffee all over the floor. His hands were not his hands, instead they were paws. “I don’t what’s gotten into me. I need to go for a walk.” Frances life felt different. He still feels hungry. His stomach calls for food, but the breakfast this morning wasn’t appealing to him. He decided to leave the house and into the woods in search for some food. He stumbles upon a stream with fish. His mouth began to water, he just wanted a taste of their flesh. While he was eating, he heard the bushes move. A figure at the corner of his eye, wore camouflaged clothing, but he clearly knew he was there. His gun pointed straight at him. He wanted to scream, but all he heard was a roar of a bear. He sprinted out of his sights and deeper into the forest. He eventually ran out of breath.