Gregor Samsa woke up one morning following a restless night and discovered that he was lying on his back on his bed, turned into a terrible rodent.

He could see his slightly domed brown tummy, separated into rigid pieces by arches, if he raised his head a little. It was barely covered by the bedding, which appeared to be about to come off at any second. He waved aimlessly as he gazed, his many legs pitifully small in comparison to the bulk of the rest of him.