A tiny leopard meows at the glass door. The man wakes up, stretches in the living room, drinks his coffee and hops on the couch. He turns on the television. The leopard meows and cries, scratching the glass. The man becomes aware of the sound, which probably isn’t coming from the TV, opens the front door and looks around. The sun shines as beautiful as ever, a pleasant, cool wind blows, only a few stray clouds are floating in the sky, but there is no source of this meowing.
He closes the door and turns around to hop back on the couch but stumbles in something. He hits his head, tries to sit up, however the small leopard attacks him in a playful manner, licking his face and smelling him friskily. The man befriends the animal. “How did you get here?”, he asks but the leopard just stares at him with eyes wide open.
The man gives food then looks for something the animal can play with, throws a plush at it, yet the leopard continues to stare at him, it doesn’t eat and doesn’t play. The man crouches. “What do you want? What do you need?” He attempts a third question but cannot even start speaking, the leopard suddenly jumping at him.
As it weighs on its paws on the man it grows and finally becomes an enormous, bloodthirsty beast. The man is overwhelmed with fear, he dares not move and the leopard sinks its teeth into his throat. The man doesn’t die at once, he cries, suffers while the animal is literally tearing him apart, carrying his limbs to different parts of the room until his body is no more, there’s only the fingers lying around, the forearm shredded, everything in pieces and the blood which flows on the floor, pouring into the cracks, under the table, everywhere.
Now the pain, the suffering is no more and the man, all of a sudden, feels calm. Whether he is dead or not is unclear to him, but a turquoise light appears. He notices the leopard is no longer in the room and this turquoise light grows and looks for the dragged body parts, twirling and twisting pervades them and in a blink pulls the body together as if it has never been torn apart.
The man wakes up, stretches in the living room, drinks his coffee and hops on the couch. After some pondering he decides not to turn on the television. Instead he stands up, opens the front door and looks around. The sun shines as beautiful as ever, a pleasant, cool wind blows, only a few stray clouds are floating in the sky. He gives thanks and sets off towards the forest to collect herbs.
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