Metamorphosis

It was monday morning when Lance woke up. He woke up extremely warm. He usually woke up late, but he today he could not sleep anymore. He was not sweating all over, but he felt he was covered with something. "It was not a blanket," he remebered he kicked his blanket way before.
"What is going on?" Lance woke up.

His vision was narrower; he felt much smaller; he was extremly hot. He tried to jumped down from the bed, but his feet could not reach the floor. At the moment, he looked at his feet. It was not a humans feet--it was a web.

"What in the world?" He, then, looked at his arms. It was a wing. He was as tall as the bed's leg.
He saw his body, it was black and white. He used his wing and touched his mouth, but there was no such thing. In stead, there was a break. What is he now?

He looked at the window which barely showed him because of his shortness. He was a penguin.

"This is not happening, what kind of dream am I dreaming now?
Penguin, that is so lame to dream about, I would rather get up."

Then, he remebered, he was up. He was not lying down, his blanket was kicked away, and he was looking at the mirror.

"Oh, God, I guess I am very tired," Lance said.

But at the moment, the alarm ran off.
The alarm was as annoying as it was. 8:00 AM.
He could not even press the snooze button. It was way up there.

Lance, annoyned by the alarm clock and his appearance, screamed.

"UAHHHHHHNG"

"UAHHHHHHHHNG"