/lit/ - Literature

I am turning into a mushroom.
It’s nothing to be concerned about really, only a natural process.
I don’t know when I first noticed it, it has a way of growing in a man.
I can feel it in me.
The fine silvery hairlike roots reach all throughout my body.
I have begun to feel a pressure behind my eyes.
I move slowly now, like a man submerged under deep water, wading along the ocean floor.
It pulls on me.
Not against me, or in any direction at all, but it pulls.
I am turning into a mushroom.