As George Clooney awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a middle-class mother of three named Natalie Gregerson. Meanwhile, across town, Natalie Gregerson awoke from uneasy dreams and found herself transformed into George Clooney. George Clooney stretched for a while in the bed and, on his back, traced with his well-manicured fingernail the stretch marks like tired war paint that ran down his deflated belly. Natalie Gregerson, now George Clooney, wasted little time before she strode, her dick gently bouncing against her thighs, into the bathroom to let out a long, hard stream of piss while she glanced at the tub full of abandoned bath toys and washcloths. The day was only going to get better once she showed up at her daughter’s co-op preschool with all those yoga mommies following her around like hens. Her tasteful salt-and-pepper hair and Armani like a bright red cockscomb. Likewise, as a giant cockroach awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his niche in the wall into a Swallowtail Butterfly, but the niche being what it was, the newly transformed cockroach was unable to open its wings and found itself trapped where it was once able to skitter, unbound by beauty. It died inside the wall where it was consumed by a mouse, which, incidentally, used to be a potted geranium dangling from George Clooney’s Italian villa.
Sonia Greenfield‘s fiction has appeared in a variety of places, including PANK Online, the Bellevue Literary Review, and Sequestrum. Her first book of poems, Boy with a Halo at the Farmer’s Market won the Codhill Poetry Prize for 2014. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband and son and teaches writing at USC.