Once yoyre eyes slowly open, still fuzzy all you see is a colorful object above your head, slowly spinning around as soothing music plays. Still tired, as if you forgot about your planes, you start to shut your eyed again.
Its then when you noticed something rubber in your mouth, as youve been sucking on it for a while. It feels good, it feels natural and relaxing. Finally you try to stretch out and when you do your feet hit a strange, basebord, when you roll over you run into safety bars.
Somewhat confused you start to sit up, and notice you are wearing a long t-shirt that read's "mommy's boy", in a room that was once your girlfriend's guest room. You get a look at yourself in the mirror above the dresser, the top of said dresser was decorated with a few infant toys, and see your body is frail and sickly with your eyes dull, your hair was cut into an akward bowl-shape as if it had grown out and been restyled. You're not alarmed by any of this. Youre most complex though seems to be about the pretty moblie above you. Despite some feeling in the back of your mind that you had something to do.
Youre stomach starts to make a funny sound as the door to your room opens.
"There's the big guy." A voice said as if speaking to a still-growing, small child. Rather than to you, a small, fragile young man. But for some reason you smile as you look up, you know this person that take care of you.
All you can manage to say is simply a childish "...hiheyhi." as if it were one word, as your pacifier falls from your mouth into your bed somewhere.
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