Metamorphosis (extract)

Samsa was not sure of the phylum, class, genus or species but he was certain that he was an insect.  He lay back and looked up at his six legs, which were slowly writhing and pointing towards the ceiling.  He noticed, as he always did every morning, the peeling paintwork in the corner and he thought, as he always did every morning, that he must have it repainted.  Samsa looked back at his six legs.  He was still an insect.  Six legs, segmented abdomen, mandibles and antennae symmetrically paired at the edge of his vision.  He tried to feel his face with one hand, to touch skin and bone and break the spell, but all he felt was the mandible brushing chitin at the edge of his vision.

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