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I awoke with a start, rapidly blinking away the crust in my eyes. The room I found myself in was distinctly foreign from the one I went to sleep in.
My first thought was that I was in jail, on account of the bars in front of my face and the stiff mattress I was on.
My second thought was that those bars look awfully wooden to hold any real criminals.
Quickly realizing the situation was getting more bizarre I sat myself up. Normally this wouldn't be an action of note, but with my newly apparent proportions actually moving involved a lot more fumbling than I'm really comfortable with.
Deciding to take a moment to centre myself before this gets any weirder, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
Opening my eyes after a few moments caused nothing to change. There were still wooden bars in front of me, my hands were still weirdly proportioned, and I still didn't recognize the room I was in.
"Fuck" is what I would have said, if I had all my teeth.
I did not.
I was slowly putting together the clues. Wooden bars, stubby limbs, can't talk.
I'm a baby in a crib, and as a baby in a stressful situation, I started bawling.
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It took my mother a while to calm me down, I have no shame in admitting that. Being held was surprisingly nice and the pear mash I ate was delightful.
My mother was blonde with brown eyes, spoke American English while soothing me and was the kind of white where you can't really tell what kind of European they were. Her smile and soft voice as she comforted me indicated that I wasn't in a bad household or anything like that.
Her speaking English was a plus for me too, as I already knew the language, so no spending months fumbling around cluelessly over that.
I had spent a while freaking out, and combined with the food I was starting to doze off. My mother must have noticed, since she layed me back down in my crib and turn the lights off as she left.
As I finally mostly calmed down, I wanted to take stock of my situation. Thinking about how I was a baby in an upper class home based on the kitchen I saw while eating, and not an adult anymore I felt… strange. It sucked but I didn't really have anything going for me either.
I'll just ignore it, but once I'm not running on baby wetware I'll probably have to deal with that. As I was winding down my thoughts and spacing out to get ready to sleep, something clicked into place.
Startled, I opened my eyes, but my room was empty. Focusing for a moment, I felt it. In the back of my mind was a dot. A mote of not-light. It was something so hard to properly describe, but if I could sum it up?
The mote was Meditation