I woke up again later. I eventually ceded that I couldn’t sleep in for much longer, and got out of bed. Either I didn’t get a good enough look at them before, or all of (not only my “original” four, but also my new four) my tentacles doubled in length during the time I slept in. I groaned, and got into the shower, realizing that soon I would have to learn how to operate with eight tentacles. Everything I learned how to do (walking, taking a shower, washing the dishes, to name a few) with four tentacles would soon become much harder.
I looked at the calendar. It was exactly one month after I visited the doctor. I poured myself a celebratory cup of coffee, and sarcastically toasted to the thing that looked back at me in the mirror.