Transformation

A chill came over me, creeping down my body from head to toe and a shudder hit me like a wave rolling under my skin. Little bumps appeared on my skin as I clenched, contracting every muscle in my body in an attempt to remain warm. The fetal position. The music was still going from last night and I could hear Simon singing rhythmically into space. Or was it Garfunkel? Hard to tell when you're fighting to stay warm and you're stomach is growling louder than the street noise outside. With sleep in my eyes and a growing urge for sustenance, I made a move. Standing, I stretched long and felt a stirring inside. A shiver hit me again. This time it dug deep and hit me at the core. My head felt light and a dizziness came over me. I felt a crack in my skin. My chest. It was tight and began splitting open. I looked down apprehensively, fearing what I might see. As if instinctually I grasped either side of the diverging chest cavity, I let out a rooooaaaar and my outer shell hit the floor. I stepped into the light. Holding arms our on front of me, I looked long and hard at my new form. Over night, from closing my eyes to that waking morning chill, I had transformed and now stood stronger, more resilient and ready for the next phase.