Transformation, Stacey Doss [my reading book .txt] 📗

I am bound in a prison of flesh and bone. My arms and legs are bent, frozen, and I am splayed on the bed like a doll tossed in a corner. My backbone presses into the firm mattress, and I feel the burning and oozing from a bedsore. All I want to do is roll over; all I can do is lie still.