I am so exhausted from today. It has been very eventful. I would introduce myself, but this giant woman hasn’t given me a name just yet. I believe I have become a newborn. Maybe I should explain from the beginning. It all started about 280 days ago approximately. The way I remember there was a lot of heat and friction. The race was about to begin. From this point, the race was a legend that I have become to know. The legend was that if I were to win the race, the prize would be changeable events on my terms, cognitive thinking, a life with meaning, friendships, love, yet at the same time hate and despair. It was told from the way I understood it I would be given life that I could control, and react how I wanted. A life to my own. I didn’t know if I believed this. I had no choice though, there had to be something else than this. I’m up to bat…..It’s finally my turn here goes nothing. The heat was scorching. Friction intensifies. So I began. I swam faster than I ever have. I came upon this huge circle. The scent I could smell miles away. It was beautiful. I had arrived at the source. I was touching it. This sensation was amazing. All the sudden I was sucked inside. During those 280 days I tried to escape numerous times with no success until today.
As days went by in my personal bubble, things started happening, I felt so awkward. I could feel things appearing on my face. This was around the fourth week. I was growing fast. Something was happening inside me. I could feel stretching and when I swim I feel it jiggle around. Then I remember when it was the eighth week, I began pacing from side to side trying to make an escape plan. It appeared I had developed hair, nipples, and a tongue. A difference in myself was acknowledge, I had five things attached together. I think it is fingers and toes. It was remarkable. I kept maturing. Then, I felt pressure with a sense of unease. When this happened I saw a form of liquid in that thing behind me go up that tube and disappeared. It looked so gross, often with defined objects inside it. Anyways I began to notice it only happened in the morning. It was weird and unexplainable. Then next thing I recall, I had already done fifteen weeks in solitary confinement. It was kind of cool I saw that I was being formed and molding into something wonderful. I had distinctive features. My fingers and toes were more separated and in detail. I was able to sweat when the heat went up. Also could hear more around me at that time. I enjoyed sucking my thumb, also way excited I taught myself that. I learned to sleep as well. Power naps soothed my soul. After one of those I had so much energy, and would try to discover another escape route. Kicking and punching still wasn’t working. So I waited, I knew the day would come, because I was getting stronger. Alright so fast forwarding a few weeks, I was about twenty-three weeks when I really had weird things happen. I was running low on room. This means I must be really big. I have these things on my eyes now that move up and down; I could completely see everything with eye lids. I also got bubbles inside me often. They exited my body through my mouth three or four times in a row. I believe they are call hiccups. Another change was all this skin on my body. I found it heavy and distracting while I was in there.
I am feeling drowsy. I will continue in a few brief minutes after a nap with this woman who I’m growing very fond of.
Alright, I apologize for that inconvenience. Let’s begin at the shrinking tomb of my thirty-fourth week. I kept thinking if I don’t get out soon I will surely run out of space and die in here. I began to breathe. Also appreciated the fact that my skin no longer sagged. I then recognized that I had sturdy bones, I wasn’t so flip floppy. At this time I was humbled by the sounds outside of me. There was this voice that I fell in love with. I didn’t know where it was coming from. Other sudden loud burst would happen I found myself startled in the fetal position. Moving to the last things I remember, it had be thirty-nine weeks. I was beginning to have fun doing flips. Until the last time, what happened was I got my head stuck on some kind of suction. I tried to release my head but I hit something loose and my fluid around me was apparently oozing out in little splats when I would move. I didn’t know what to do. I no longer wanted to leave, evidently I felt fear. The bones around me seemed to be bending. Am I breaking the place I have made my own? The suction on my head loosened as the hours pass of pressure and contracting movements. The looser my head gets the more I am slipping in this hole. Before I know it there is a bright light and all this blood. My head was freezing and my body was still in there. It was creepy, and then a big squeezes and pull…..I WAS FREE AT LAST. I just wished those people will leave me alone. I was being violated with baths, shots, measuring tape, thermometers, booger suction, scales, and hearing tests. I had begun to get very scared. Then it happened the voice I had loved for so long, that comforted me, I could hear it. These hands wrapped me in the swaddling blanket. She cuddled me and sang that song that was so familiar. I heard it before I just know it. I am at peace and calm now. Thank you for listening to my story. The other people don’t understand me. I wish I knew my name to tell you. Hope your day wasn’t this crazy…