Wake from nap grumpy. Belly feels bad. Hungry. Begin screaming but ~Pretty~ puts heaven in mouth. Mhhmmmm… sleep.

Poop. Giggle. Cry. Vomit. Sleep. Eat. Play with ~Pretty~ and ~Pretty~.

All the ~Pretty~ like to sit and bounce me and pass me around while they idly gossip and talk. I’m starting to feel like I can understand what they’re saying a bit. But more importantly, I’m starting to be able to tell the difference in how each ~Pretty~ food tastes. So many different foods. Each ~Pretty~ tastes like them. I nod sagely to myself, pleased with my conclusion.

As the blend of happy bleeds by I start noticing my fingers and toes and parts. I can kinda feel them, and when I touch them I really feel them, but I feel like I can do more. I’ve been finding myself moving and twitching and grasping and reaching. Not big movements. But I can feel them starting. I bet I can connect to them. I start on my mission to connect to every part of me.

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I’m getting used to the pretties. Granted they still make me go blank, grin like an idiot, and drool – but at least I’m aware while it's happening now. They smile at me and talk a lot. I like them all.

Finally! I roar towards the mural of the afternoon sky and auspicious clouds with my clenched and raised fist, “Fwabwy.”

Lifetimes pass in moments. Each blink, each nap, passes multiple times longer than I have lived. The world around me changes constantly as I slumber.

Waking up from my visions of worlds come and gone and yet to be, I make a startling discovery. I can wiggle my toes. Not the absent wiggling of eons past where I was a stranger in a strange world, watcher of the input. No. I can wiggle my toes. Many eons ago I mastered the fingers. Now I have mastered the toes. One awakening soon I will gain enough power over this behemoth of a planetary form and move amongst my beautiful giants, eating at my leisure and choosing my fare for myself.