I saw a huge colorful rat scratching my hand; he was almost human sized holding some kind of tools in his claws. My vision was blurred as it felt like I had woken up from a comma, My eyes felt heavy, opening my eyes felt like I am lifting a mountain with my eyelids, I was lying dead still in a dark alley. I tried to move my fingers but it felt I had wooden limbs, there was no noise except the noise of scratches he was making with his tools on some white surface, As I gained my consciousness it felt like a strange DeJa vu, I saw him painting a rat on his Canvas and he was mixing the paints from my hand as if It was a wooden palette; My fingers had a spectrum of paint blobs on them and he was mixing it on my palm. He was moving back and forth, observing me like as I was his subject, and it made me wonder do rats see us like rats.
I asked the rat, like it was obvious he could speak.
“Where am I? What are you doing?”
He replied instantly “you are in my dream, you are my subject, my color palette, my painting”
“This is so strange” I whispered,
“Why am I not able to move?”
He replied;
“You are a good subject I guess and good subjects don’t move”
I asked as it was bothering me,
“Why is there a rat on your Canvas, I do not look like that, I am not a rat?”
He replied “once this painting of you is completed you will turn into a rat, you will stay a rat unless you wake up, in this world you become what you are drawn as, and I have chosen to draw you in my image, I guess Rats can only see rats”
It felt like he gave me an anesthesia, he sprinkled the brush paint on my face and I was going back to sleep, going back to where I came from, the sound of the scratches from his claws was like a lullaby, the sound went dimmer and dimmer as I closed my eyes.
I woke up like I was dreaming a dream; it felt like I was lost in someone’s thoughts and someone shook my body to wake up. I lift my hands to check if my hand are fine and I was holding paint brushes, My hands were filled with paint, and I was wearing a colorful apron, I turned towards left and saw a portrait drawn on the Canvas, I looked around in disorientation, there was a body lying still on the ground. I moved closer to his face and realized it’s his portrait on the Canvas.
The Colorful Rat
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