Waking up as a potato was… surprisingly peaceful. No emails to answer, no chores to do just lying there on the kitchen counter, soaking up the silence. I didn’t have arms or legs, but somehow, I felt more grounded than ever. People walked by without noticing me, and for once, I didn’t have to think or stress. Being a potato meant no responsibilities just vibes.
But the peace didn’t last long. Around lunchtime, I heard someone say, “Let’s make fries!” Panic surged through my starchy little core. Suddenly, being a potato wasn’t so relaxing after all. I rolled as best I could toward the fruit bowl for cover. Fortunately, they picked a sweet potato instead. Phew! After that, I promised myself that if I ever turned back into a human, I’d appreciate life more and never eat fries without saying thank you. Shutdown123