In front of you, there’s a little white dog. You don’t have a dog but you like them. You don’t see an owner and wonder if he’s lost. You bend down to pet him and he bites you. Ow! It’s a surface wound but the little bastard broke the skin, there’s a tiny line of blood on your forearm. You curse him and walk away.
You start feeling weird. Really weird. Your body is changing. You’re moving through space and time somehow. You’re getting smaller and flattening. Flattening? Yes, that’s the only way to describe it. You remember reading a book in high school about 2D people. You don’t know how you know, but you know. You’re becoming 2D. And shorter. And younger. And older. You panic but the changes don’t stop.