Baby bluesA Story by AnataA baby's point of viewOh hello there, my name is … well I don’t know what my name is … they still have to figure that out I guess. They keep rambling about a boy or a girl, well at least I know that I’m a girl. Look at me, I’m floating here, something is sticking out of the middle of my tummy, it’s actually gross to see. And here I am, here I have been all the time, floating… my fingers and toes are so rippled and I really want to get out, but there seems to be no exit. Sometimes I hear how people are muttering weird words, the resonance is unbearable to my ears, I keep kicking and pushing, but they actually seem to enjoy it! All the time I hear my mother say ‘look hunny, the baby is kicking again, how sweet! Come and feel!’ How can they not realise that I’m so bored being in here. I’m bored of the constant pressure, moving me around in this dirty pool of liquid, bored of the weird words they are saying, as if I don’t understand normal speech. If they only knew what I know. I know their every move, every single secret. Oh! What’s that… mommy is starting to cry, yes I can hear her scream! Oh yeah, here I go, I can feel her pushing it’s time for me to come out, finally! Damn this is tight, am I supposed to get my head through this tiny hole? They’re crazy, and who are they to keep ordering mommy to push, I will get out on my own! Argh, what is that bright light! It’s blinding me! The freedom feels so … incredibly weird… mommy, please I want to go inside again! Please mommy don’t leave me! All these people are staring at me… I’m naked for crying out loud!
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Added on February 7, 2008AuthorAnataHouthalen, BelgiumAboutSo :) first of all, i'm 25 years old. Second :p my real name is 'Siva, it's from India, though i have no relations whatsoever there. I enjoy writing, and have recently found my passion again, as i .. more..Writing
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