College was more or less the same as usual for Phoebe. She rode there on the city bus, listening to some girl rant about...something, and one lady who refused to plug headphones into her iPhone while watching rap videos on Youtube. Phoebe and nearly every other young adult got off the bus at the local college, leaving the older rap lady behind.
After that, Phoebe found her friends, studied with them, went to class, found her friends again, studied some more, ate lunch, then went home. It was the same every day. Wash, rinse, and repeat. (It was a fun repetitive system, though, so that's nice.)
The next morning, Phoebe woke with a terrible headache and the feeling of blankets strewn about all over her. She expected the headache; she frequently went to bed thirsty and woke with dehydration. Not a good idea, but livable. Phoebe knew what to do: kick the blankets away, grab the bottle of water on the corner of her bed, and drink up, then stumble out to the dining room and eat some cereal and start the day. Phoebe grabbed as much blanket as she could with her feet, then kicked.
Okay, not working. One or more of the blankets were holding stubbornly onto her back. She tried again, this time also pushing with her arms. Nope; it still stuck. Phoebe opened her eyes to see what the heck was the matter. Was her cat sitting on her again? Maybe. Weird that he didn't meow in protest, but cats are stupid creatures.
Instead of a cat, Phoebe saw small blue spikes piercing the blankets. Stress marks dotted them, where she had tugged down instead of tugging up. Phoebe twisted around to lay on her back--very hard to do, for some reason--and all the blankets came with her.
Blue. A short, blue, leathery body. Where was Phoebe? Where the heck did this blue creature come from? Phoebe felt her heart race. She was having trouble keeping calm. Okay, don't worry, just get the freaking blankets off of mini-Godzilla's spikes.
Ten minutes later, mini-Godzilla was on the ground, half-standing, half crouching, and thankfully blanket-free. She was having trouble not panicking. Loud thumps and muffled shouts came from her parents room. Did they...shapeshift...too? She couldn't handle that. Not now. She had to adjust to herself first.