Creative Writing: Frances Beebe's Things Fall Apart

Frances Beebe woke up to find himself as a bear. As he sluggishly rolled off his bed, he was standing on all fours. “I can’t believe this is happening.” He thought to himself, “this is probably just a horrible dream. I just need my morning coffee.” He attempted to open the door handle, but my limbs, weren’t there. “This is no use, I must think of another way through.” He bolted towards the door, breaking through the wood. He made his way into the kitchen. He was greeted by his wife. “Good morning sweetie, how was sleep last night?”
“Horrible, I kept tossing and turning. Couldn’t sleep one bit.”
“How come?”
“I don’t know… I feel like I’m whole another person or animal…”
“Well, I made you your favorite breakfast, sunny side eggs just the way