Create My Kingdom: Chapter 3

Symphonia:

Chapter 3

Honestly, I feel terrible for this woman who is supposed to be my mother. Ever since I've been born, I've been crying nonstop. I feel the hole where my children should be and even though God told us that time won't move for my kids it still does for me. My idiot husband is probably having the time of his life as a baby. He's always been that way. Able to roll with the punches but that was never the case for me.

All I've been doing as a baby has been reminiscing about the times in my other life. Living as a baby is honestly very simple. I learned very quickly how to crawl, and make use of my body. It still feels incredibly awkward, but for the most part I've been very successful at getting around the house. I haven't even really bothered at playing pretend with the people who are supposed to be my parents.

Today's mission that I've set out to create for myself is to see if I can find a way outside. From what God told us, my husband should be next door. Around this time my "mother" should be in the storage room combing through her dried herbs. I can always smell the herbs in the air whenever she opened the door penetrating my nostrils. It was a bit strong for my infant senses, but it was something I was getting accustomed to. Although a small part of me was curious as to what the room was like, I had a dying urge to lay eyes upon my husband. However, in front of me lay what feels like an insurmountable obstacle. How am I supposed to open the front door?

I crawled over to the looming thick oak door. After watching my "parents" struggle to move the gargantuan piece of wood, I knew that my infant body wouldn't be able to even budge it. Having given up on the idea of escape through the door I decided to try and make my way around the house. Maybe I could find a crack or hole big enough to allow me to slip unnoticed.

I crawled around for what seemed like an hour bumping into furniture, failing at lifting myself over obstacles. At this point my infant body was beginning to struggle. My arms were wobbling and shaky, making me need to take a break and lie down. I crawled down the hall across from the front door, making my way to my bedroom and plopped myself down onto the fur rug my father had made me some time ago. I felt my despair sink in, realizing I don't know when I'll get the chance to see him. It left me wondering, when will I be able to at least see my husband?