1 Awake and Aware

What is it? Why am I here? Did I survive? Everything feels different; it feels odd. Oh, I'm crying, but why can't I wipe my own eyes? Something is different better than before, but what is it? Too bright. Why is that? I'm so hungry. Let's try to get up. So heavy, wait, this doesn't feel right. I don't feel pain. I always feel pain. Am I in shock? What happened to me?

[Couple minutes later]

Okay, I think I'm used to how bright it is. Let's try again. Huh?

The walls, the ceiling even the sheets I'm on are all pink. I feel like I'm in a room full of unicorn barf. Too bright and too pink, this is not what I expected when I opened my eyes. I thought I'd open my eyes to me either in a white hospital room or my blue to grey colored house. Not in a room surrounded by one of the girliest and most obnoxious amounts of pink. Possible I think the only color in here is the white bars that are surrounding me.

Wait, white bars? And what is next to my head. Oh my god, it's a giant teddy bear. Is it me, or is everything bigger than what it is supposed to be? Let's go over the facts. I'm in a room of pink. There's a giant teddy bear close to my head, and everything is what seems meant for giants. Okay, I have an answer, and I like it and hate it at the same time. You know what? I'm going to deny the reality for a couple of days; then I'll come back to it.

[Couple days later]

Damn it. I can't deny it. I died, and now I'm an infant. Yay for no pain, but damn it, why couldn't I have become aware when I was at potty training age? At least something like that so I didn't have to deal with uncontrollable bowel movements. I'm saying that because it is utterly embarrassing for me to have the mentality of someone in her early twenties to experience diapers and shitting oneself. It's also hard to entertain myself because I have no cell phone, nor do I have the ability to grab a book and read. Like right now, I'm struggling to learn how to move my body.

At least I can understand the current language. Learning something like another language is not my strong suit. Hopefully, I can understand the written language as well. *creak*

"Hi, little Anne, do you want to join mama and papa?"

Why do you ask me that when you know my body is still developing? So all I can make is cooing noises besides your already carrying me out of the room.

"Mama and papa want to see how big you've grown."

I'm only a couple of days old. In what way have I grown? Although I won't complain. Huh, where are we? Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore. If you don't understand what I'm saying, I just realized we are in another world. Haha magic.