Suddenly Jake shot up in bed in the dark. Everything suddenly smelled old and weird. Blankets surrounding you feel bulky, and rough. You go to move them, but they hit something, so you feel it and go it's a metal safety bar attached to your bed, confused even more you start to get up. But then I light turns on, in seconds you take in this rooms muted, and faded colors, the walls were a cream tone that matched bedding of a queen sides bed next to your own. The lamp even has faded likes on it. For a second you aren't sure, but the hand working the lamp looks wrinkly and thin.
In fact in the queen-sized bed she's a small old woman in a nightgown and hat, her elderly husband, with hair both Gary and missing slowly sits up.
"Huh? What's wrong dear?" He asks his wife.
"Sorry just checking on Jakey. Are you alright sweetheart?" She asks as she comes out of bed and comes towards you. Confused, all you mutter out is "okay..." But she dosen't seem to take your word for it. She pulls back your blankets and you see you are wearing nothing but an old boy's nightgown with strips. She lifts it up though and even your surpised to see yourself wearing a cloth diaper.
In this world you are the youngest, if only, son of some very old parents. Who dot on and care for you, with a weak body and small brain- mama had to be almost 50 when she had you, if not somehow older.
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