Yes, I used to be a fish. A goldfish, to be precise. The only memory my five-second memory span ever recorded was the drift of the plastic-like seaweed and the blur of the world beyond the glass walls of the tank. Maybe that's why this human form of me wears glasses. A remnant of that glass wall and that strangely penetrating eyesight.

As for Monday, he was a cat who used to be human.

You're going to be late.

Green eyes followed my coffee cup as I set it down and check the clock. My phone buzzed nearly simultaneously.

"Oh shit! It's already 7:45? I promised to meet Sara at 8!"

See, I told you.

"Thanks a lot, Monday."

No problem. Anytime.

I shoveled on my shoes and grabbed the keys and notebook, shoved them in my backpack, and raced down the stairs to the garage.