My friend Jon R suggested this first line to me.  I wrote for five minutes.  This is what I got.  (If any of you have any more suggestions for prompts please let me know.) 

Sara sat up with beads forming at her brow. Her dream was slipping as they often did – like words do in the wind. But this was different…

In her dream she had been floating through the ocean with thousands of others like her but they hadn’t been human.  There had also been something else in the dream she needed to remember.  

Sara sat up in bed but when she tried to pull back the blanket she didn’t have any fingers to grip it with.  All she had was a fat seaweed-colored tentacle.   

Sara screamed and thrashed back the blankets. 

“What’s wrong?”  David murmured next to her. 

“Nothing!”  Sara tucked the tentacle under her.  “Just a bad dream.  Go back to sleep.”

“You okay babe?”

“Everything’s fine!”  Sara jumped out of bed and crashed onto the floor.  Her legs couldn’t support her.

“Sara!”

“Just go back to bed, David!”  She crawled into the bathroom and kicked the door shut.

In the glow from the streetlight outside Sara could see two squirming tentacles slithering out of her pajama pant legs.  She pulled herself up onto the counter and looked into the mirror.  Her face was covered in deep green scales.

“Sara!  What’s going on?” David threw the door open and turned on the lights.  He crouched down next to her.  “Oh God what happened?  Sara?”

Sara didn’t respond.  She was too busy staring at the orange beak sticking out of his face.