Y'know, I could get used to this.

Sleeping felt like I had just slept on the President's own bed. My God, the floor was somehow comfortable. Perhaps it was just me and forming over flat surfaces.

Speaking of which, as I woke up, I found that the floor wasn't vinyl. In fact, it was hardwood, but it was so dirty that it actually looked like vinyl. Anyway, apparently, I had evolved in my sleep, growing some weird tentacles with small appendages that would constantly swipe at the floor. I felt rather queasy, which quickly turned to hunger as deformed the things and let them seep back into me.

"Well, that was a nice night. That, and I... cleaned your floor, pretty much. Breakfast, anyone?" I joked a bit before realising how the world was still in the shit yesterday - outside, some things stopped burning, but some buildings had collapsed that night. Now, the suburb that presumably had many houses looked more like wrecked fields with campfires. Of course, there were still plenty of houses, it was just that there was more empty land than usual. Oh, and graves and unburied corpses. I suppose it would've been morally wrong to consume them, holding myself back while I turned to everyone else again. I had went from some predatory slime mould into a slime dragon again (please let this be the last time I use the word 'slime dragon').

"Well, what do we do for today?"