Chronicles from the womb.

With every new day I seem to feel the walls closing in. I woke up this morning feeling a little more uncomfortable. It seems that the only way I could relieve any of the discomfort was through a series of stretches. Right, left, left, right. I only seem to be rotating downward, but the thought that I could actually be getting somewhere kept me hopeful.

After finding some comfort in my awkward positioning, I thought I might do some more exploring. I wanted to see if those fat little round things on my hands, that have become so useful, were now also on my feet. This would be no easy task, but after my successful movement this morning I felt up to the challenge. I would need to make some room in order to bend over. It would take both hands for this mission. Just as I gave a swift push upwards a loud noise came from the depths. It seemed to engulf the walls that surrounded me. I could fill it in my gut. I waited a moment to make sure whatever beast it was that screamed out was no longer a threat. Fortunately, I had accomplished the task at hand and my feet were in sight. I must admit, it was a strange site. Like my hands, there was fat little round things on my feet, but they were much smaller and seemed a bit useless.

While my journey was not completely fruitless, I fear that I must make it again. These new found stubs on my feet surely cannot be finished growing. What purpose could they serve in their present state? Well I guess that's a question best left to be answered another day.