The Day’s of his Lives Scene 212

i wake now. pretty light in crib! it dance back and forth, funny, funny light! i chuckle and laugh and try to catch light. i can’t. it move too smart, too fast for me. i move my bottom against the crib. it squishes nicely. it feel good to squish bottom. i do it whenever the thing on me feels squishy. i here how long? i not remember. yesterday? many days? i not know. i not care. this my home now. i look around room and see my things. i see my crib. i see my rocking chair. i see my toy box. i not know names, but i know my things. i feel warm between my legs. i look down to see warm thing and see funny things at end of feet