I am a mushroom. But my master doesn’t see it that way.
Whenever I tell him I’m a mushroom that gained sentience, he just lets out a long, heavy sigh.
Aside from that, he’s very good to me. He cooks for me, buys me clothes, watches boring arthouse movies with me…
On every late night I spend curled up in the corner, after he gets home from working overtime, he quietly carries me back to bed.
He even told me he wanted to have a child with me. At that, I clutched my stomach and burst out laughing.
“Please. How could a human and a mushroom possibly have a baby?”
We reproduce by spores. Have you never heard of reproductive isolation?
…
Until one day, I stared at the pregnancy test with two bright lines on it and completely short-circuited.