Gregor Samsa

When you woke up in the morning to cloudy weather, you felt no desire to get up, but your hunger forced you to start the day. You sat up in bed, staring listlessly out the window at the cloudy, disheartening view. With one last glance, you forced yourself to go to the kitchen to satisfy your rumbling stomach, ravenous from waking up so soon. But as you reached the kitchen, you heard a noise coming from your husband's bedroom. Out of curiosity and anger that he hadn't gone to work, you went to the room and saw him transformed into a horrible beetle, trying to lie on his side, his favorite sleeping position. Why didn't you go to work? Your voice was filled with pure anger and disappointment because the train had already left and you wouldn't be able to catch the next one.